THE HEAD LICE RAP

Itch, Itch, Itch, Scratch, Scratch, Scratch,
Full of eggs, about to hatch,
The mum has gone, the dad has too,
They’ve gone from me; they’ve moved to you.
Because they know, these lice of mine,
Their eggs will hatch, in eight days time.
In seven days more, their babes will grow,
They’ll lay more eggs, and on they go.
So stop them now, let’s do our stuff,
Checking just me, is not enough,
Check everyone, all Mums and Dads,
Plus Nans and Grans, don’t forget the lads!!
They like it clean; they like it short,
So don’t feel bad, if you’ve been caught.
Go to the chemist, get the lotion,
Read the rules, then use the potion,
Use hair conditioner; soak your head,
Comb it through, choke them dead,
Or tea tree oil, it works quite well,
Because the lice, don’t like the smell.
If you’re too busy, or have no dimes,
Then brush your hair, one hundred times,
They don’t like this; it breaks their legs,
If they can’t grip, they can’t lay eggs,
So listen kids, it’s up to you,
There’s no excuse, let’s ‘rap’ them through!!

By Nitty Nora - The Head Explorer