A Brontosaurus With Bronchitis

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