Well, there’s some real touched kookies,
such as wrong Kentucky,
who makes up silly yarns—
chimes in then Jersey.
The next day—
their flacks reviewed it—
comes the rebuke:
“You misconstrued it!”

Nix, please, sticks; don’t get shots
tikes don’t need. Nix these sticks; don’t get shots.
Nix these sticks; don’t let docs
spike ’em today.

“Shots make autism come on,”
some parents blare.
That’s not OK; and it ain’t fair
to kids whose folks aren’t insane
and don’t see auras in fevered brains.

Nix, please, sticks; don’t get shots
tikes don’t need. Nix these sticks; don’t get shots.
Nix these sticks; don’t let docs
fire away.

Well, there’s some real touched kookies
with the wrong POV.
They stay with silly yarns,
and conspiracy
runs their day,
so they will not do it.
They need rebuke
to “Science?! Screw it!!”

Nix, please, sticks; don’t get shots
tikes don’t need. Nix these sticks; don’t get shots
Nix sickness bonehead thoughts:
“Virus OK!”