I sit and I sniff as my nose it doth trickle,
the pollen got hold of me,
I'm all in a pickle,
my eyes are so itchy,
I pop in my drops,
maybe I'm lucky as quickly it stops,

Magic pollen,
bringer of life ,
maker of flowers,
it so makes me sneeze,
my sneezing's so bad,
if I get too much closer,
with my powerful sneezes,
maybe,
just maybe,
I will uproot the trees,
destroying nature, with a sneeze.

Take all my pills and rub on my lotions,
trying so hard not to cause a commotion,
what more can I do with hay fever,
except express my emotions!
(C) Livvi