I say that it must be the silica dust
That we breathed through our mouths and our noses
That brought pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.
Our one emancipation is strong medication
Our doctors prescribe in high doses.
For our pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis.
We drink so much wine, the docs say "Decline!"
And warn of impending cirrhosis.
But we all declare that no pain can compare,
For each waking breath brings a pain worse than death,
With each wheezy refrain, we will curse the foul name:
"Pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanoconiosis."
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Smokey