MY ALLERGY

ME AND MY ALLERGY

Every Spring, when everything turns green,
and the pollen count gets high
Whether it's grass or mold or trees or weeds
My eyes and nose are never dry.

Relief is an elusive stranger
That I have never met.
And the higher that the green grass grows,
The sneezier I get!

I've tried all the old home remedies.
I've even been to see the Doc.
I've taken ephedrines and anti-histamines
Every hour 'round the clock.

All the eye drops and the nose drops
And inhalers have I tried.
But the one thing I can't do without
Is a box of Kleenex by my side.

I know that I should take a test
But I'm afraid of what they'll find.
Suppose that pollen's not the enemy
And it's all just in my mind.