George has the laryngitis
He cannot speak a word
And George he likes to talk a lot
It’s always him who’s heard

But for the next few days at least
We will not hear George talk
But he put bells on his black skates
That jingle when he walks

George got the laryngitis
From too much acid in his throat
He’s really careful what he eats
It’s not like he’s a fat goat

So now George is relying
On some toast and ginger ale
And when he gets all better
He’ll tell you his tall tale!