Sick day, sad day
on bed I need to stay.
Mom will be here today
to make sure I'll be okay.
I need to drink plenty of water
and take medicine though it's bitter
for me to make me feel better
and be out of danger.
Mom will bring a bowl of soup
and a bag of drupe
She'll make a whoop
when I'll be out of croup.
18th November 2006
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