By Gypsy Wind
When outdoors or fate will stick
You;ll find attached to your skin, a tiny tick.
Do not be a d— to the tiny tick
Or it could make you very sick.
Do not burn or pull the tiny tick
Or it could make you very sick.
Don’t be a d— to the tiny tick.
Tickle the tick
And you won’t get sick.
A Q tip, a pen, or a little stick
Is all you need to tickle the tick.
On her left you tickle her sweet.
Counterclockwise spin her in a tickle retreat.
Until she releases her talons from thee.
Then its time to set her free
from the life she had before she met me.