I never had my tonsils removed, It was the nasal polyps at the age of six, And it was quite an exercise in terror. I'll tell you something far more interesting: Childhood is a fleeting thing, But trauma stays. See, just a little while ago, Where the sick and crippled go, I collapsed to the floor... When from the faint I came around, I was still lying on the ground, My head held in a fish's lap, And mutant faces gawked and yapped. Now, here's the twist: to my surprise, When I slowly opened my eyes, In panic I wanted to kick and scream. I was convinced that I relived That nightmare from when I was six... ...'Cause childhood is a fleeting thing, But trauma stays.