Hark to the tale of Billy,
His head feels sore and his limbs feel chilly.
His memory’s weak and he looks so pensive
His teeth are loose, and his breath’s offensive.
Pale and flabby and moist is his tongue
(He’d a dirty little nose when he was young).
Wheezes and sneezes, sweatiness and chills
Are but a few of this little fellow’s ills.