Mrs. Lam’s Daughter

Mrs. Lam has a daughter,
Who is sick, sick, sick.
She calls Dr. Chan,
To come quick, quick, quick.
Her hair is dry,
She wants to cry.
Her neck’s as stiff as a wooden door,
And she throws up on the floor.
She has chicken pox,
So she hides in a box.
Don’t you think her face looks blue?
She might be having the bird flu.