How long is a piece of string by Millie Macqueen

I sit here with my pen in my hand wondering what to write, With the hiccups every now and then giving me an awful fright, I`ve got plenty of days to write this, I`m sure words will come to my head, `Aha I`ve got it` I said lying in my bunkbed, `I`ll do it about Braithwaite and how peaceful it is, Oh but when this is all over we`ll need tourists for our bis, So it won`t be so quiet any more, Unless we all stick to the new law. I suppose this shall be a strange year, because we won`t be able to see our friends or go near, `When do you think this will be all over?`, I ask my parents almost every day, `Ugh` they sigh `like we said we don`t know, We just have to take it day by day,` My arm aches as I write this all down, And suddenly my smile turns into a frown, As I put much pressure on my pen, Soon I find myself asleep in my small, comfy den.