In the heat of summer sunshine cooled by passing breezes
Girls and boys in carefree wonder stop with sudden sneezes.
Their happy faces still bewildered by old nature's joke
Why did she make such silly teases? Just for fun to poke?

It's when the lawns are freshly cut, or pollen fills the air
At these strange twitches without reason people stop and stare.
And should we then in great dismay repeat it once, or twice
They look at us as if to say it really is a vice.

But when we're caught by deadly fear unable to escape
From sneezes long and never stopping 'til we ache and ache.
We realize from the great exhaustion dragging us so low
That Mother Nature has deceived us striking such a blow.

Dressed in all her summer glory ready for the dance
She's the minstrel still in hiding waiting for her chance.
Then upon both young and old she'll wreak her terror boldly
As they twist, convulse and squirm her laughter is unholy.

Yet she whom holds the key to life and death does not reveal
The cruel joke that she plays on us is for our health to heal.
The sneeze that clears our lungs and throat it's plain for us to see
Was made (for reasons we can't guess) to fill our friends with glee.

All in all it's such a pity that she choose this way
Never once to ask the question 'what do humans say?'
We'd produce a simple method to dislodge the food
We'd design it so it left us in a better mood.

But when we take it as a whole old Nature she's done well
We live for three score years and ten before we go to hell.
And by the yarns and tales that come from deep beneath the trees
 Down there, there's worse to dwell upon than just a humble sneeze.