First there’s the syrup so bitter and pink,
That I have to take leaning over the sink,
For fear of spilling it down my dress,
And getting in trouble for making a mess.
And then for my skin there’s the creams and the lotion,
Which smell so awful I scream with emotion,
And yet to come are the tablets so huge,
They leave my throat feeling quite bruised.
There’s only one thing worse than taking a pill,
Can you guess?
That’s right, it’s feeling so ill!