C  is for clean, when I drag my seat,
H  is for happy when licorice I eat..
R  is for rowdy that I used to be,
I  is for icky; the tumor in me.
S  is for sex, that I never had,
T  is for tears, when Mommy is sad...
M  is for mornings when I still wake up,
A  is for awful; the medicine, yuk!
S  is for soon I will go to that place,
               where tumors and cancer
               will all be erased.
 
               And there only good things
               will happen to me;
               I'll dook and I'll dance
               'neath the Ferretone Tree!
 
               And after I've gone,
               from way up above,
               I'll pray for your fuzzies,
               and send them my love.
 
from little Fang on his last Christmas
[Posted in FML issue 3276]