Rosy cheeks next to a rosy nose.
How sickness makes the skin so bold.
And after some sleep, 
Some tea and some stew,
My joints are well rested 
Before morning dew.
Lay down! Says my spine. 
You'll make this flu worse
Rest in your sheets, 
Be rid of this awful most vile a curse
It's april fools 
And this little trick
Has left me a rose 
Feeling tired 
And oh so dreadfully sick.
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