Have you met that itchy itch
That will not go away?
It drives you mad, it niggles you
And bothers you all day.
And does this itch embarrass you
Because of where it lands?
No, it seldom lands upon your leg
Nor either on your hands.
That itchy itch will drive you mad
And make you want to screech
Because, of course, it targets you
On places hard to reach.
We humans try to keep our cool.
We’ve learned where not to scratch
But HELP, what can a poor soul do
When there’s an itch to catch?
Go find yourself a quiet place
Away from humankind –
And scratch away with all your might.
That’s good advice you’ll find.
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