Gallons of water you must drink,
End of fever in a blink.
The cold you seem to bear,
Warmth I wish I could share.
Eat your medicine,
Lend me your ears and listen.
Little will you then suffer,
Swear you'll soon be tougher.
On top of you should be a towel,
Oh please heal in the next few hour.
Never touch reds again I tell you,
Kill you it will eventually do.
Written and created by J.C.T.H
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