Said little Peggy Ann McKay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox.
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue,
It might be the instamatic flu.
My belly button’s caving in.
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My temperature is one-o-eight.
What? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is ………….. Saturday?
A couple of weeks ago, the nurse reached Mr. R and he talked to Britton who was complaining of a stomach ache.