Clowning Cures
“Today we will practice
medicine and cure the flu.”
The clown announced it twice,
just as a fun thing to do.
He went into the laughing crowd,
and found an unhealthy fellow.
Took him by his hand and avowed,
“By humor, health will grow!”
The clown was right, although,
the ill man was embarrassed.
But they all took their bow,
after his cough was suppressed.
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