When you’re at the end of your infertile rope, don't smoke dope, just hold on to hope.
If you just want to mope and overeat cantaloupe and crank call the Pope, still hold onto hope.
When you’re body says “nope,” and your mind says “can’t cope” and your tubes can’t fallop, just hold on to hope.
When you can’t remember the last time you used soap, your bad breath wants Scope, your best friend wants to elope, and you're at the end of your rope, don't say nope, just hold on to hope.
If only Dr. Suess could see me now...