There is nothing alike as little children, reading them a storyline.
Once upon a time it’s started, with a princess oh so nice.
She had golden locks this beauty, but a nose that was a hose.
Although she like to world around her, she has the burden of a pollinose.
She would also see the forrest, fields and every thing around,
but as soon she walk inside her world, the sneezing was the only sound.
Tears she wept for pollinosis, her eyes were burning like a fire,
How could clumps that twirled around be stopped and not provide.
One day she looked at the people, through her window, high there in the sky.
builded this way for pollinosis, because these lumbs can’t fly so high.
There she saw a farmer working, putting up the glass on herbs,
then she knew with glass between them no more lumbs would hurt.
Joy came to her crying face and hope came to her heart,
although she suffered pollinosis, this could make the world her part.
She was happy living ever after as the stories always end,
only I think to this story no more handkerchieves were meant.