Vomit vomit everywhere
In carpets, kitchen
and my hair
But that's not all we've also got
And loads of snot!
It's ruined our sheets and soiled our beds
This non-stop spewing
Makes me wish i were dead
When it comes from both ends you never know
Just when to expect
The next fetid show
Another one's due in moments i fear
As the sick 'Dumpie-lumpagous'
Is moaning quite near
Eggie lies prostrate and whining in pain
Is it possible this virus
Is going to go another round..again?!
Now i must be gone and deal with the pain
And in a few short moments
There will be another stain
No rest for the wicked and by that they mean moms
I've got two sickly boys
With two sickly tums...