This is a poem that Grandma used to say when people sneezed. I bet you all recognize it.
A-TishooWalter de la Mare
'Sneeze, Pretty: sneeze, Dainty,
Else the Elves will have you sure,
Sneeze, Light-of-Seven-Bright-Candles,
See they're tippeting at the door;
Tiny feet in measure falling,
All their little voices calling,
Calling, calling, calling, calling--
Sneeze, or never come no more!'
'A-tishoo!'
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