The Skeezix Dilemma

Silly childhood game - Uncle Wiggily
 I cower in abject horror
 Approaching space number 109
 Home of the gaunt and haggard shell of the Skeezix
 The emaciated figure
 Harboring the greed of a thousand
 Invading, thriving, ascaris whittles away
 The self confidence of young minds
 Casting doubt that they will
 Ever reach the finish
 To see for themselves
 The segacious Uncle Wiggily
 His mission now is complete
 The arboreal king of misery and woe
 Skeezix reposes high on a knotty forest crag
 And the child still tries his best to
 Stay in the game
 But with insufficient, no volition
 Plotted course of demolition
 Goes through all the motions
 Musing caveat emptor and
 A predetermined failure
 He draws a card and all his fears come true
 Advance to 109
 That's what you have to do
 When Mr. Skeezix becomes Mr. Jones
 Or you, or me
 Just think of what it does to wreck
 A child of two or three
 They know and feel much more than
 We will give them credit for
 And all they want in life from you
 Is love and nothing more
 When painful eyes begin to cringe
 When you walk through the door
 Remember children are a gift of love
 Sent from the Lord