Before I got sick, I was just me.
Just another happy boy you see.
Then suddenly I was in the hospital a lot,
I had a port put in and I got shot after shot.

On some days I felt fine, but some days I was a whale so blue.
On many different days, I had different feelings too.
You'd be surprised how many ways I changed my mood on many different days.

On good blood count days how good it feels
to be a horse and kick my heels!
On other days I'm the elephant in the room.
And I see my family trying to fight the gloom.

In those days, of course, I feel sort of down
When my medicine arrives I stop monkeying around.
Then comes an IT day and weeee!
Everyone's fussing over me.

Here comes a no energy day.
I move like a sloth and stay on my iPad today.
Then all of a sudden I'm a circus seal!
I ride on my IV pole made of cold, smooth steel.

Dizzy Days. My tummy feels queasy.
Like a turtle riding on waves in the sea.
On dog days, I miss my home.
I drag my tail. I want to be alone.

But when my days are bright and pink
I feel like a flamingo on a skating rink.
Then all of a sudden I'm a wolf with a scowl.
I feel so mad I can't help but growl.

Then, I'm a chameleon all mixed up on steroid days.
My emotions shift in so many different ways.

Now, my treatment is done, no more chemo!
I'm feeling like a brave and strong dino.
And in the end, it all turns out all right, you see.
As I go back to being... ME.