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John C. Sparks

February Flu

Old Jan’ has come and gone at last,
The month with cold and bitter blast,
That chills my ears and bites a nose,
Nips the fingers and numbs the toe.
Yes, Feb’ has brought the longer sun,
Chocolate hearts, and rhymes of fun,
But something else has followed too,
Those aches and pains by Mister Flu.
The cock has crowed, head a bustin’;
Coughs and weezin’, grab the Tussin.
Down two spoons of this nasty stuff;
Go back to bed; you’re feeling rough!
Your week drags on, a dreadful spell;
You wished to die but since got well.
Ah, health returns to limb and hand;
Six days I crawled, and now, I stand!