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I’m wheezing, sneezing and sniffling too.
Oh, not again, it must be the flu.

Bundle me up and to the doctor I go
A good look at me and he will surely know.

My temperature is up; my face is all red.
Well, yes it seems to be the flu, he said.

Drink lots of fluids and dine on this brew.
The medicine will help you get rid of that flu.

Under the covers heaped high on the bed,
I feel so sick, oh how I dread

The aches and the pains of my body and head.
Yes, it’s the flu others even have said.

Each day goes by with a little less ache
Until I’m all better and for my nurse’s sake

Up and around again I’m happy to be.
A bout with the flu is now a memory.

© Copyright 1997 by Jean E. Gorney