My super power is to worry
I worry about this and of that
I’m so good at worrying
That I never need to wonder
If I’ll have something to do
With my brain
‘Cuz it’s all
About what

Could possibly go wrong today
Or will there be some lunch, or a snack
It fills up my days
With a fine, sweet mental haze
All my hours
Are quite full
With a lack

Of sensible thoughts or ideas
A philosophy of life and of death
I’d like to have a life
That’s not so full of strife
In my brain
But I guess
With each breath

My brain will continue to worry
It seems there’s nothing better to do
Maybe I’ll read a book
Or go and have a look
At some cats
Or perhaps
Have a brew