I,D,F,W

I Don't Feel Well.

Tick-tock, tick-tock it's all I've heard all day
in the silence of my bedroom, where I love to play.
But mammy say's I'm poorly, not well enough for school.
She's opened up the windows to keep my bedroom cool.
She said I'm stoking up a fever and waits for the doc to call.

"Well!" She say's, "my dear I can hear him walking down the hall."
When the doc entered with his stethoscope round his neck.
"Hello my dear, as he greets me mam, it's her throat and chest I'll check."
Then he say's to me mammy.
"Lot's of T.L.C. With lots to drink, a day or two in bed will do
then back to school I think."

He gave me mammy medicine.
"Two spoons four times a day will soon have her back on her feet
and going out to play."
Then sure enough in two days I was jumping up and down.
Me mammy's going shopping and she's taking me to town.
Now I'll be back in school on Monday cause now I'm feeling well.
Then I'll ask Miss if I can share my sickness, during show and tell.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2017

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