I am a fierce and ferocious beast, Though I'm sure you cannot tell. I take my pills and medicine, 'Cause I don't feel so well. My head is stuffed, my nose it runs. It hurts my throat to speak; I'm a brontosaurus with bronchitis, I've been like this for a week. I'm acting rather civilized But it's not that I've been tamed, I can't go romping with my friends 'Cause my throat is all inflamed. They say I look emaciated. (That means I've gotten thin). Mom feeds me tea with lemon, Grandpa drops the nose drops in. Grandma makes Cro-Magnon soup, Dad give me vitamin C, Mom gives me lots of orange juice, And lets me watch TV. All covered up in a fevered sweat, My throat and chest both hurt. But I get to watch The Flintstones And have jello for desert