Pass the Tissues, Please
Starve a fever, feed a cold
Oh what's the use! Achoo!
All the Kleenex in the world
Will not undo this flu
Chicken soup, Vick's Vapor Rub
Capsules, gels and cream
All of Grandma's herbs and spice
With tons and tons of steam
I can't recline, I can't lie down
My septum's full again
My ears are clogged my throat is raw
I just don't know till when!
I guess I'll shiver till I sweat
Or sweat until I'm cold
Or call a friend or eat some toast
Or something much more bold!
I'll stop the moaning stop the pity
Complaining's oh so cheap
When I stop to think of it........
It just makes sense... to sleep!
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