Oh horror of horrors, my face is dark blue.
I'm speckled and freckled and often 'kerchew!'
When sneezing and wheezing in short little gasps,
My pjs fall down cause I've broken the clasps.
A malady, schmalady ~ it's just a bad cold;
I'll jive 'em, survive 'em before I grow old.
Cavorting and snorting with my runny nose
I look like an animal in bedraggled clothes.
I'm wimpy and gimpy; I've stubbed my big toe,
I'm hopping and bopping to make myself go.
So wrangled and tangled, I don't look my best,
perhaps it is simply I need to get rest.
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