My face had big red itchy spots

“ you have the pocks,” said Dr. Potts.

When Mum gave me a wooden box

I stuffed it with my chicken pox.

The box began to roll and twitch,

I struck it with a thorny switch.

The switch broke off and hit Sir Hound,

He howled and scratched and hopped around.

He nipped Dame Cat, who chased Sir Mouse,

Who ran amuck through out the house.

My Mum jumped up onto a chair,

She yelled and screamed and pulled her hair.

Pa skidded out across the floor,

The scared Sir Mouse, ran out the door.

But poor Sir Mouse soon stopped to rest,

His choice, the woods, was not the best.

Sir Mouse was et by old Squire Fox,

And all because of chickenpox.