Flea, fly, flu, phlegm,

Got this bug on the run.

If I could only clear my head,

My sinuses are draining bad. 


Just when the Winter doldrums,

Have got me down.

The damn influenza,

Comes around.


Everyone around me is coughing and sneezing.

Running to the bathroom, wheezing.

I try to avoid all this awful contagion,

Like some kind of alien invasion.


Inhabiting my little planet,

And all the creatures on it.

Try as I might, there's no escaping;

I'm gonna get it, no mistaking.


Armed with a flu shot, vitamins and plenty fluids,

I choose to fight head on.

Bravely, I face each day,

Feed my fever,

And carry on.


The aches and pains,

Got a hold on me.

But I bravely rise,

And go my way.


No walking pneumonia's,

Gonna get me down.

As long as I'm up and around.


Spreading my flu to you.


Copyright 1999 (c) Ronald W. Hull



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