No walks….just a cold!

I hab a buddy code!

I’b hab id all de week! (sneeze)

I really am a buddy mess

An’ the outlook’s rather bleak! (wheeze)

I blow my doze ad cough ad cough

Ad blow my doze some bore

My eyes they run. I wibe dem dry

But that just makes dem thore!

It bakes be cross, dis buddy code

A grumby sod as well

Locked ub in here all buddy day

It’s a buddy libbing hell!

Dare is no cure, and dat’s for sure

The rebedy is time

So I’ll bore adudder Whisky

Ad fiddish off dis rhyme!