I am a fierce and ferocious beast,   Though I'm sure you cannot tell.   I take my pills and medicine,   'Cause I don't feel so well.   My head is stuffed, my nose it runs.   It hurts my throat to speak;   I'm a brontosaurus with bronchitis,   I've been like this for a week.      I'm acting rather civilized   But it's not that I've been tamed,   I can't go romping with my friends   'Cause my throat is all inflamed.   They say I look emaciated.   (That means I've gotten thin).   Mom feeds me tea with lemon,   Grandpa drops the nose drops in.      Grandma makes Cro-Magnon soup,   Dad give me vitamin C,   Mom gives me lots of orange juice,   And lets me watch TV.   All covered up in a fevered sweat,   My throat and chest both hurt.   But I get to watch The Flintstones   And have jello for desert.