And if I may venture to say so,
You have influenza most awfully bad,
Come, why do you wheeze in that way so?
In the days of my youth, father William replied,
I found it uncommonly easy
To sit on the ice when I wanted to skate,
’Tis hence that I now am so wheezy.
You seem cold, father William, the young man cried,
And I see you incessantly shiver;
Do you think, aged pal, such a jellyish trick