We started off in stage one
Which, comparatively, was lots of fun
I’d go out walking in the sun
Frolicking until the day was done
Then we entered stage two
A tightening of the screw
A growing barrier between me and you
What’s a solitary girl to do?
Oh dear me, we’re in stage three
An unmitigated calamity
On when will they decree
That I once again may roam free?
Help, we’re in stage four!
I can’t stand this anymore
With fear and loneliness galore
As I sit here weeping on the floor