When you find you're a broken-down critter, br Who is all of a trimmle and twitter, br With your palate unpleasantly bitter, br As if you'd just bitten a pill - br When your legs are as thin as dividers, br And you're plagued with unruly insiders, br And your spine is all creepy with spiders, br And you're highly gamboge in the gill - br When you've got a beehive in your head, br And a sewing machine in each ear, br And you feel that you've eaten your bed, br And you've got a bad headache DOWN HERE - br When such facts are about, br And these symptoms you find br In your body or crown - br Well, it's time to look out, br You may make up your mind br You had better lie down! br br When your lips are all smeary - like tallow, br And your tongue is decidedly yallow, br With a pint of warm oil in your swAllow, br And a pound of tin-tacks in your chest - br When you're down in the mouth with the vapours, br And all over your new Morris papers br Black-beetles are cutting their capers, br And crawly things never at rest - br When you doubt if your head is your own, br And you jump when an open door slams - br Then you've got to a state which is known br To the medical world as "jim-jams.