K'shoo

(A Rhybe wridded for The Gadfly)

Whed your dose is code as barbie,
  Ad you sduffle all the day,
Ad your head id is behavig
  Id a bost udbleased way;
Whed your ev'ry joid is achig
  With a very paidful cramb,
Whed your throad is dry ad tiglish,
  Ad your feed are code ad damb;
Whed your eyes are red ad rudding
  With the dears thad will cub oud;
You cad safely bake your bind ub
  There is very liddle doubd.

You've got a code—a code—
  Ad idfluedzal code;
You cahd tell how you caughd id,
  But id's got a good firb hode.
Your face is whide, your eyes are pigk,
  Your dose is red ad blue;
Ad you wish thad you were—
  Ah—Ah—Ah—h—Kish—SHOO-O-O!

I dode wad to be a boed,
  Ad I do nod log for fabe,
Bud I have to wride to get by bread
  Ad budder, all the sabe.
Id is very aggravadig,
  Ad this world is very hard
Whed the idfluenza fasteds
  Od a sendibendal bard.
Oh, I caddod sig of subber skies!
  I caddod twag by lyre!
For all the buses id the world
  Are powerless to idspire.

I've got a code—a code—
  A bost udpleased code;
I caddod sig a sog ob sprig,
  I caddod bake ad ode.
For inspirashud will nod cub;
  I'b feelig very blue;
Oh, would thad I was—
  Ah—
Ah—
Ah—h—
Kish—SHOO-O-O!

I have to wride adother verse,
  Ad dode doe whad to say;
But I've got to buy some bedicid
  To drive this code away;
Oh, the boed's is a hard, hard life,
  His lod is very sore;
Ad if bisfortude cubs to hib,
  He has to toil the bore.
And dow, I thig I've bade enough,
  By wridig this last verse,
To go ad buy byself sub stuff
  Before by code geds worse.

I've got a code—a code—
  Ad aggravadig code !
If I was well I'd wride you such
  A charbig liddle ode.
I'd sig of labkids od the sward,
  Bedeath the skies so blue,
If it wasn'd for the
  Ah—
Ah—
Ah—h—
Kish—SHOO-O-O!