My bottom has a cold.
It's sneezing all day long.
It's being rather loud, I'm told,
And it's raising quite a pong.
It's sneezing in the town,
It's sneezing in my house.
Everything is turning brown,
Including my pet mouse.
I went to see a nurse.
She told me what to do.
If I wanted rid of the curse,
I had to have a poo.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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