Solidarity In Fingers
Inside woolly mittens, they kept each other warm
From frigid, chilly temperatures amidst a winter storm
They huddled up together, these friendly fingers four
Until they heard, "Hey! I am not here to ignore!"
It was their stubby next door neighbor, Thumb.
"You're warm together in a mitten but I'm going numb!
It really isn't fair and what's worse I cannot see.
I'm bustin' outta this mitten, I'm going to be free!"
So this stout, angry thumb worked until he poked a hole
Looking out into the snow as cold began to take it's toll
Just as he began to regret and gain some clarity
Four friendly little fingers poked holes in solidarity
What's a bit of frostbite for four loyal digits smitten
In a fingerless glove that used to be a woolly mitten
January 19, 2023
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