She was dwelling on her worries, thinking thoughts of dread,
When the first of many worry warts appeared upon her head.
Simply being stressed caused a second on her chest,
And the thought of being drowned made it bigger all around.
Fear of poison as she dined put a third on her behind,
And just fretting on her skin caused an outbreak on her chin.
Then her fear of deadly fire made the situation dire,
For her terror ran so deep, she grew ten more in her sleep.
A constant fear of being late caused another ninety-eight,
And by then, don’t you know, she was warts from head to toe!
It’s OK to be a worrywart; it’s not at all bizarre,
But to be a warty worrier is taking things too far!