We be busier than a paralized man with the cooties.
"Love Letters of a Rookie to Julie"
Barney Stone
He could whistle when a pack Was like lead upon his back; He could smile with blistered feet; Never swore at monkey meat, Or at cooties, or th' drill; Always laughin'-never still- That was Tim!
"Cross Roads"
Margaret E. Sangster
He'd get cooties, or rheumatism, or a sunstroke, or a knife between his ribs some fine night-and then where'd I be?
"The Prairie Mother"
Arthur Stringer