Boreegard On Poison Ivy

The Three Leaf Lesson

A lesson for you, tenderfoot,
As spring sends out its green-ed root,
And ivy creeps both high and fine,
It looks so lovely on its vine.

Look well upon its figuration,
For three leaves earns it condemnation,
Touch it not or you will scratch,
And pustules, bumps, and hivies hatch.

The medicos will sell you potions,
Sell you creams and prescribe lotions,
But summer heat and sweat galore,
Will spread the poison more and more.

Then Mother Nature grants surcease,
As summer ends and heat waves ease,
You’re not a tenderfoot—no more,
You know it’s three leaves, and not four.

Boreegard
aka Mike O'Neil