Happiness in your crib was present
It was your priorities that shattered all
To give who a lift to when and where
To make a meal to come home and have your livelihood
To then Have me even if dehydrated i was
If impossible it had to be possible
Even if i couldn't hydrate
Eventually the earwigs had learned a skill of an elf
Stitching so tiny they soon had control around each finger was a little doll
If only we could have resolved this before it shattered our beautiful crib which was our love to the ground