When she's sick
And just doesn't feel well
You hope it's over quick
But you can tell
That the fever is rising
And it will last.
It's not surprising
After all the past
Few weeks have brought
To wear us down
I guess I ought
To have seen it comin''round.
How to make the time pass
And get her to eat
Nothing so crass
As keeping her on her feet.
She will feel better soon
Then this will be forgotten
And maybe it was the rune
That got rid of the ailment rotten.
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