Christopher Robin

Had wheezles

And sneezles,

They bundled him


His bed.

They gave him what goes

With a cold in the nose,

And somemore for a cold

In the head.

They wondered

If wheezles

Could turn

Into measles,

If sneezles

Would turn

Into mumps;

They exemained his chest

For a rash,

And the rest

Of his body for swellings and lumps.

They sent for some doctors

In sneezles

And wheezles

To tell them what ought

To be done.

All sorts of conditions

Of famous physicians

Came hurrying round

At a run.

They all made a note of his throat,

They asked if he suffered from thirst;

They asked if the sneezles

CameĀ after the wheezles,

Or if the first sneezle

Came first.

They said,’If you teazle

A sneezle

Or wheezle,

A measle

May easily grow.

But humor or pleasle

The wheezle

Or sneezle,

The measle

Will certainly go.’

They expounded the reazles

For sneazles

And wheezles,

The manner of measles

When new.

They said,’If he freezles

In draughts and in breezles,

Then phtheezles

May even enuse.’


Christopher Robin

Got up in the morning,

The sneezles had vanished away.

And the look in his eye

Seemed to say to the sky,

And how to amuse them today?’




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