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First you feel cold and then you feel hot.
A thermometer is stuck in your mouth.
Covers pulled up and then pulled down,
As the doctor then goes looking down south.

But all this misery is just about to end
As a needle is put into your arm.
And soon you’ll feel better and wanting to
sleep without the ringing of an alarm.

© Copyright 2000 by Jean E. Gorney