Spring is here, with fragrant flowers
Wafting perfume here and there.
Here I stand amid the bowers,
Breathing the aromatic air.
A tickle rises up my nose
Stops and digs into my brain.
I gasp in dread, as I suppose
That allergies have struck again.
Pollen, Pollen, what have I done
To make you want to torment me?
Why can’t I enjoy some springtime sun
And why can’t you just let me be?
Ahhhhhh – CHOO!!