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If wishes were horses then beggars would ride.
They’d bundle us up and take us outside.
And back in again for cod liver oil
playtime and naptime and blankets of flannel.
Then stories and songs and fun finger games.
We went out in the cold but never the rain.
Towels on racks, face cloths on the rail.
Mothers went marching through brimstone and hail.
From the plant, from the lab, they go to petition
for government funds for our safe supervision.
To Queen’s Park, to Council, straight on to the Feds.
Then home again quickly to put us to bed.