Said one lung to the other,
How are you today?
We had some lovely nice fresh air
Sent down here yesterday.
I think he must have had,
A trip down to the sea.
If he could only stay there,
How lovely that would be.
It's now got very chilly,
We'll have to make him cough.
I don't like having to do that,
It really pees me off.
At least he has inhalers
Which will settle us I'll be bound.
Then we'll send him up,
That sticky stuff that we found.
He likes to have the white stuff,
But when we've run right out.
We'll have to use the green.
I suppose that's better than nowt.
Don't ever send the yellow though
That really makes him cross.
He'll send down Aunty B's and steroids
Who think that they're the boss!