LOUSE FINDS A HOUSE
by: Emma Forbes
Once upon a time, in a trench of dirt,
Louse the bug climbed up Mr. Pierre's shirt,
in search of a place she could call home
(perhaps on Mr. Pierre's half-bald dome).
"I wouldn't mind living atop his head.
I'll make a bed, bumpy and red" she said.
So that is what happened when Louse moved in:
she bit and she bit with a big, wide grin.
Louse relaxed, stretched out her arms and her legs,
then squatted and began to lay her eggs.
But Mr. Pierre, angry as could be,
dug his fingers into the family.
"Get away, get away. Why must you scratch?"
And then, quickly, the eggs started to hatch!
They dispersed everywhere throughout his clothes.
"Oh, my shins, they hurt! I hope this pain goes."
Later that day, Louse put her kids to sleep,
but a scorching hot burn started to heap.
"Our house is on fire, hurry kids, we must go!"
And they leapt from Pierre and that glow.
______________________________________________________________________________Next stop: the near man holding the candles;
their beloved moist cloth: now in shambles.
Mr. Pierre, as upset as them, too,
sat down with a fever and two soaked shoes.
"Mommy, oh Mommy, I miss our old house!"
the little baby lice cried out to Louse.
"Kids, we'll move a lot, that's the life of lice.
But, look at the bright side--it's kind of nice.
A house does not matter; what you all need
is just to have blood, on which you will feed.
Despite where we live or the things you see,
all you need is each other: family!"
As a frenzied voice yelled "I've got a bug!"
Louse and her children shared one big, warm hug.
Happily ever afters will be found
In the trenches of France, so safe and sound!