The Grinch & the Pen
By Tracy Bush Nutrimom – Food Allergy Liason
Last year, you all heard about how the Grinch saved Thanksgiving but have you ever wondered how he knew just what to do? And, why is he that shade of green…
When the Grinch was a boy, just a small little lad
He had a nice treat- one from mom, one from dad
And just like all of the Who girls and boys
Each Christmas, he listed toys upon toys.
But each Christmas, he noticed a slight belly ache
His tongue hurt, it felt fuzzy, was it something he ate?
“Oh, no,” said the family “it’s just what young ones say.
I’m sure he’s had too much, just give it a day.”
So every year, when the holiday treats were put out
Every year, the Grinch would just start to pout.
“Come on, little Grinchy, just one little bite. It’s the thoughts in your brain that cause the excite.
It’s fuzzle wuzzle pudding- it’s all the Who’s favorite
Don’t make such a face- you should just want to savor it.”
Each year, the tiny Grinch would eat just a spoonful
Making his belly feel as if he’s eaten a roomful
“But my tongue,” he would moan “it feels prickly and odd
And my belly is tender, like when I eat cod.”
You see, he knew what was wrong- even as a small kid
He knew just what the fuzzle wuzzle pudding did
Even his tiny, grinchy boy mind
Knew the answers that he had to find.
He knew right away, just once a for all
That the small bites must stop- the doctor he must call.
“Why hello, Grinchy Who, what brings you by here?
Such a small little lad at this time of year.
And, oh my, you are turning quite green!
What happened? What lurks within you? You’re looking quite mean.”
“Mister Doctor,” cried the small Grinch “my tongue and my belly
And my breath, oooh my breath- it gets kind of smelly.
I get green, I get dizzy, I can’t seem to breathe
Every year, when they make me eat that pudding
And when I get up, I can’t find my footing.
I know I’m a young one, Mister Doctor, I know
But there’s a reason I’m green and a reason I’m slow
That fuzzy wuzzy pudding- I don’t like it and my body can tell
One of these times, I will wind up quite unwell.
I cough and I sputter and I can’t find my breath
I fear that if I keep eating it, it will be my death.”
With that, the doctor soothed the little green Who
He checked on his belly, he asked him to chew
He checked on his heartbeat and made him say “Ahhhh”
But even the slightest sniff of fuzzy wuzzy pudding made him go “Blah!”
“You, lad, cannot eat this- it’s making you ill
Don’t touch it, don’t smell it, don’t even go near it
For, I fear, that this festive pudding is one great clue
The reason your tongue is so green and so fuzzy
The reason your poor little stomach gets buzzy
Your body doesn’t want it, not one little bit
Your body, when you eat it, will have its own fit.
If you continue to eat it, your body will give up
No more sips, no more bites, not one single cup.”
The tiny Grinch was sent home with a pen mightier than a sword
This pen contained medicine that cannot be ignored
The Grinch kept it close- it became his new friend
No matter where the Grinch went, this pen would attend.
And when his body would give him those signs
(The itching, the wheezing, making him whine)
This pen, it would save him but it was no ordinary pen-
In order to work, you must count to ten.
Going forward, the Grinch – he had special treats
The Who’s were all cautious and labeled all their sweets
Even the Who’s that didn’t quite understand,
Always had an extra EpiPen on hand.
Tracy Bush is a food allergy consultant, author, blogger and mother. You can visit her website at www.AllergyPhoods.com.