Bronchitis makes me think of Brontosaurus... I hope I don't go Extinct!

A Brontosaurus With Bronchitis
by Barry Louis Polisar

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.