Head Code

I habben’t had a head code
In sebben muntts or so.
I wish I didn’t habb one dow—
I hate dese head codes so!

I caddot take a decent breatt—
I’m breeding tru my mout.
I struggle as I blow my doze
To try an clear it out.

Instead, I look like Rudoff
Doh it’s dot Christmastime;
My trashked’s full of tissues an
I’m bout to lose my mind!

So dow I’m goinn to go to bed
An sleep my code away—
Wit all the medicine I took,
I’ll sleep till Saturday!