Anxious August by Linda Carty

Anxious Augustus

There is a woodpecker named Anxious Augustus who lives in my head,

He pounds all day and all night, He pounds loudest when I get into bed,

He pounds in my eyes, He pounds in my nose,

He pounds in my shoulders, my knees, and my toes,

I can’t stop the noise, I put up a fight,

I cover my head with pillows, I turn out all the lights,

Anxious Augustus keeps on pounding, pounding, pounding, all through the day,

Anxious Augustus keeps on pounding, pounding, pounding. Fly away, I say.

Fly away, Anxious Augustus, I’ve had enough of you.

Fly away, Anxious Augustus, how can I be rid of you?

I shake my fists and stomp the floor,

but all that raging only encourages him more,

and all that raging encourages him more.

I sit in a chair,

I pick up my book,

I turn the pages,

I take a look,

At other places,

and other times,

At far-away stories,

and far-away rhymes,

And soon the rustle of feathers I hear,

The din is quieted within my ear,

I am so relieved, I am so happy to say: Anxious Augustus has flown far away,

Anxious August has flown far away.

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