I think I keep strange company,
Or maybe it keeps me.
They make it hard to move around,
There’s two…nope, now there’s three.
I lug them everywhere I go,
A motley looking crew.
I’d get one off my arm at least
To get back down to two.
I know they say that chewing gum
Can help out quite a bit,
But every time I try to chew
I have nowhere to spit.
Yes, for awhile it seems to work,
The gremlins go away,
But with a bite or two of food
They come back out to play.
I wouldn’t mind so much if they
Came at me with a crumb,
But when they chase me in a gang
I’m always chewing gum!