I Would if I Could

I Would if I Could

Poor little you, lying there in your bed,
Feeling sick from your toes to the top of your head.

I wish I could fix you and make you feel good.
Do something to help you. I would if I could.

If I could, I would tickle your belly until,
Your tummy ache shouted, “I’ll leave! Yes, I will!”

If I could, I would get down right next to your ear,

And yell, “Boo!” so your headache ran home out of fear.

If I could, I would order your sniffly nose,
To jump into the wash and get clean with your clothes.

And I’d catch that old cough in a birthday balloon.
Send it out through the window and up to the moon.

Well, I would if I could, but I can’t, so I won’t.
You’ll feel better sometime, but right now, while you don’t,

We'll just laugh at those pains ‘til their bothering’s done.
Being sick doesn’t mean you can’t have any fun.