Sick
Oh gee…I think I’m gonna
Ahhhh Ahhh Ahhh
CCHHOOO! ! ! !
Sneeze.
Jeez.
This won’t do
Not at all.
I think I’m sick.
Gonna fall
Right into bed.
Whatever I have it’s in my head.
I’m dizzy and achy and chilled to the core
I shake inside and my muscles are sore.
Maybe I have the flu…
But if I had the flu, where would I fly to?
If I really knew
That I flew?
Maybe it’s a cold.
Or allergies to mold.
But I feel so hot…
How can I be cold?
I’m not.
Pneumonia could it be?
That’s worse than an allergy.
Bronchitis would be bad
But a bronco I don’t have.
What can it be?
AAAHHHCCHHOOOO! ! !
Oh me.
Sniff sniff snort
My breath is short.
I cannot breath with ease.
Oh jeez! ! Another
Aacchhoooo! ! ! !
Sneeze.
I think I’d better stay in bed
And take care of my achy head
Achoo! !
Oh gee what’s wrong with me?
I hate being sick
It doesn’t end quick.
It’s a code in by hed
At least I’m not dead.
Whew! !
AAAcchhoooo! ! ! !
Sounds like Kung Fu.
It’s a cold, it’s the flu
It’s the chills, it’s ague.
Whatever it be
Why did it happen to me?
Aacchhhoooo! ! !
Oh gee
Agony.
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