Kaia song

🎵 “Belize and Back-to-School Blues” 🎵

It’s that time again, grab the backpack,

Senior year, I can’t turn back.

Parents packed up, said “Adios!”

Now they’re sipping drinks on a tropical coast.

Meanwhile my phone’s in techno jail,

Freedom tastes sweet but my stomach’s frail.

Grandparents stare, I stare too—

What are we doing? I have no clue.

🎶 My parents went to Belize,

Left me here with no keys,

Just a zoo of cats and dogs

And a fridge with moldy cheese.

I’m hungry—oh please—

Feed me, feed me, feed me, please! 🎶

I wake up to barking, purring sounds,

Food bowls empty, nothing found.

Cats are plotting, dogs demand,

This furry mob’s getting out of hand.

“Eat, eat, eat,” is all I say,

While my folks are sipping piña colada all day.

Belize is nice, but I’m here in hell,

Someone save me, can’t you tell?

🎶 My parents went to Belize,

Left me here with no keys,

Just a zoo of cats and dogs

And a fridge with moldy cheese.

I’m hungry—oh please—

Feed me, feed me, feed me, please! 🎶So if your parents book that trip,

Hide in their suitcase, don’t let them slip.

Or you’ll be here singing the blues,

With nothing but furballs and bad news.

Back-to-School Belize Blues”

It’s that time again—back to school.

Senior year.

Me, a darn fool.

Parents? Gone.

Jumped ship.

Belize. All-inclusive.

Meanwhile—me, back in fluorescent-lit classroom prison.

My iPhone?

Locked away in techno jail.

Parole granted after three days.

I walk home, holding my freed phone like it’s the last rose on Earth.

Oh no.

Grandparents.

In my living room.

Silent.

Staring.

I stare back.

We are locked in an unspoken Western standoff.

Then—

I wake up.

Not to peace.

But to a zoo.

Cats. Dogs. All looking at me.

I swear one is tapping its paw like, “Where’s the food, human?”

“Eat? Eat? Eat?”

That’s all my brain can chant.

I need to eat.

Please feed me.

Oh gosh, feed me!

But my parents…

Are in Belize.

And they left me here—

In this glorious, ridiculous, furry, hungry hell.