He worried a lot, too scared to do squat
From the moment he’d get out of bed
He’d start out to plan, but before he began
“What if’s” would swim through his head.
“If I leap for a pad, and miss by a tad,
Or what if my fly comes undone?”
With “ifs” in his mind, he couldn’t unwind,
So he never did anything fun.
His friends would insist, but he’d always resist
They’d ask him again and again.
They soon were annoyed, that he’d always avoid
Going out to do things with them.
He wanted to go, but wouldn’t you know
His fears were just too strong.
So his friends would go play, while he sat there all day
Worrying about what could go wrong.
He thought that his stress, would help him possess
Control of his little world.
It came at a price, but he didn’t think twice
And his negative assumptions swirled.
“If I feel like a gnat…no, I couldn’t eat that!
What if I eat him and then I choked?”
So he spent his life, full of worry and strife
He worried ‘till the day he croaked.