MY AUNT LOUISE
I once had an Aunt Louise
Whose asthma made her wheeze
When she'd wheeze
She'd start to sneeze
All this would make her cry
She'd frown and wonder why
Then spend the whole day through
With a wheeze, achoo, boo-hoo
She'd end up on her knees
Weakened by her wheeze
Which always made her sneeze
Poor, poor, Aunt Louise
She hates this old disease
Of that I do not tease
I kid you not, it's true
Wheeze, achoo, boo-hoo