Look! There’s a thermometer in my mouth,
See, the temperature continues to rise,
Beads of sweat rest on my brow
And oh, the pain in my bloodshot eyes!
There’s a frightening zigzag on the chart,
Did you see it at the end of my bed?
It looks like it will go off the scale –
Does it fill you with a sense of dread?
Right at the very top of my head
I sense my ice-pack is melting fast
It cools me down when the heat is on
But I fear it’s not going to last.
On the outside it’s getting obvious
That I’m looking rather sick...