Tis the holiday season, and all through the clinic,
no one will leave me alone for a minute.
I’ve hidden in boxes, I’ve hidden in bags,
Yet nothing is working, they constantly nag.
Everyone wants a great photo op,
from iPads to cameras they can’t seem to stop.
I know that I’m charming and disarmingly handsome,
but I’m taking the cameras and charging them ransom.
They’re piling ornaments on top of my head,
Dear Human, please help me, I’m starting to dread
that I’ll never again have any relief,
as these humans insist on causing me grief.
I just want to nap and enjoy all my snacks,
to browse through my gifts, send the stupid ones back.
Dear Human please help me, spread some holiday cheer,
if you can’t make them leave, at least bring me a beer!