‘Twas the night before spring, when all through the house,
Not a creature was sneezing, not even a mouse;
IgE antibodies were waiting, on the mast cells with care,
In hopes that an allergen, would soon be there;
The children were nestled all snug in their beds;
While visions of spring-time danced in their heads;
And mama with her ‘kerchief, and I with a Claritin pack,
Had just prepared ourselves for allergy season’s attack,
When out on the lawn, there arose such a clatter,
The allergens had arrived; it was a fact of the matter.
Away to the mast cells, they flew like a flash,
Binding to IgE antibodies, histamines flew out of the sash
When what to my wondering eyes did appear,
But a stuffy nose, and a river of tears,
With sneezing and itching so lively and quick,
I knew in a moment; I must be allergic.