Anxious and fearful as his name is called

Blissful play comes to a screeching halt

Carey said he should run, he wouldn’t be at fault

Danger is behind that door that was the advice from Walt

Every kid in the room is still playing

For they don’t know the price they’ll be paying

Gone is the fun he was having today

How is he ever going to make it through this day

Imagined the biggest needle for sure

Just seeing a white coat and he knows the score

Kindness and gentleness in abundance he needs

Love and tight hugs from mom he will seek

Maybe on this visit it won’t be that sad

Now that he’s a big boy he can’t act that bad

Often when he’s scared mom makes it go away

Promises were made that he’ll still want to play

Quietly he holds tight as the doctor takes a peek

Right as he says “Aaah”, doc says “ I can see your feet!”

Surely that light is not as bright as that, just how far down was he able to see?

That does not sound right so he knows that cannot be

 Unashamed as he was well behaved he’s a big boy that’s true

Victory’s at hand, doc played his hand, and no needle had he seen

Well done says mom such a good boy you have been

Xray he laid still for and he did not even cry

Yellow stickers in hand, chest poofed out  it’ s time to go so he says the loudest good-bye

Zoor the monster-killer has never been as brave as he