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The child stands valorous before the door
    With nary a tinge of fear or dread.
Armed with a spatula and a pancake flipper...
    She wears a stewing pot on her head.
Her hands are protected by leather gloves
    With her Father's boots to guard her feet.
Her swimming goggles are securely placed
    And beneath her shirt... a cookie sheet.

With a determined sigh she cracks the door
    And peers suspiciously through the night.
She momentarily thought the coming battle
    May be best done in the bask of morning light.
But time was short and with each passing hour...
    Others would surely die.
So she begins her journey to confront this beast
    Who has taken many lives.

She makes her way through the wretched gloom
    Giving thought to her parent's fears.
She had never seen them so full of doubt
    In all her seven years.
But the time had come to join the fight...
    To aid those who gave protection.
And she was well aware of its woeful lair
    Where she would fight this damn infection.

A nurse stands wavering from a vengeful night
    As another dozen deaths has left her cold.
But she then heard a voice so free of fear...
    It brought a peaceful solace to her soul.
'I wonder if you would be so kind
    To take this moment and give me some direction.
For I am stout and brave with pluck and daring
    And will help defeat this cursed infection.'

The nurse's eyes welled up at such a sight
    And a smile reached across her face.
As by her side now stood a child
    Who would defend the human race.
So remember this when all is lost
    And the best of us lose heart.
A unsung hero will rise to bring us hope
    And inspire us all to do our part.

                The End

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