Sick Sick Sick
Sick Sick Sick.
There was a youngin named was Vick
She caught a cold now she's sick.
She can't go to school,
she can't eat but lovely gruel.
She got sick because she got kissed on
By another youngin’ named Jackson.
"You'd better go to a doctor’s soon
or begin eating at every moon!
If you eat and get strong,
and you won't be there very long!
You'll be outside playing and things you like-
like playing tennis or volleyball or even taking a hike!
You can feed the horse without even feeling hoarse."
"Can I search for metal?" "Well, of course!
You can play games and climb the fence,
You could even learn to fence!
“Give me that pill!
I need to be rid of this ill!"
So the doctor said, "Now let’s listen
and don’t think twice; now don't be kissin'
And if you don’t obey what I’ve said,
Then you'll climb right back here in bed!"
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