Christopher Robin
Had wheezles and sneezles,
They bundled him into his bed.
They gave him what goes
With a cold in the nose,
And some more for a cold
In the head.
They wondered if wheezles
Could turn into measles,
If sneezles would turn into mumps;
They examined 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 and conditions of famous physicians
Came hurrying round at a run.
They all made a note
Of the state of his throat,
They asked if he suffered from thirst;
They asked if the sneezles came 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 humour or pleazle the wheezle
Or sneezle, the measle will certainly go."
They expounded the reazles
For sneezles and wheezles,
The manner of measles when new.
They said "If he freezles
In draughts and in breezles,
Then PHTHEEZLES
May even ensue."

Christopher Robin got up in the morning,
The sneezles had vanished away.
And the look in his eye
Seemed to say to the sky,
"Now, how to amuse them to-day?"



This poem is in the public domain.