Beneath my skin, the little aliens do creep.
My legs must move, to prevent the severe pain.
While these awful things, prevent my sleep.
Keeping them still, is quite a strain.
My leg muscles spasm, extremely hard.
These aliens inside me, must be slain.
I climb out of bed, and head out to the yard.
On my legs I walk, in the dead of night.
The danger of falling, I must disregard.
I do not know, if you can understand my plight.
It's not really aliens, but restless leg syndrome.
I'm sure I'll be up, from now till dawn’s light.