Mummy and Daddy cry,
But I know I'm going to die.
I've made new friends here,
Only for them to disappear.
Do they think I'm blind?
That I'm not able to see,
All those other children were just like me.

Chemo makes me feel sick,
Though I know it won't do the trick.
Why did they sign it?
I don't understand one bit!
Now my hair is gone,
My head is all shiny and bald.
But my imminent death is just forestalled.