He likes to make his visit
in the middle of the night
oozing, dripping bogies
he's a snotty, grotty sight!
Slathering and a-hacking
sneezing phlegm galore,
he coughs his slimy lurgy
across the bedroom floor.
And as he inches near,
to a hair's breadth of your life
his putrid smelly fumes
quickly start to fright.
They tickle in your throat,
ring thunder in your ears,
go swimming in your eyeballs
cry streaming nostril tears!
When you think he's done
with his gift of cold and flu
you call for Mummy dearest,
'cos no-one else will do!
She rushes to your rescue
cough meds, hankies in hand -
and the naughty wheezing monster
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