Sick

By Dawn Oswald

Sick

Go take a lick

Lick of some ice cream

I scream

You scream for some delicious ice cream

Sick

Pick

Pick you some flowers

Don’t prick your finger

Or you might get a stinger

Then you will sing like a sailor

Sailors take care of each other

I was once a sailor

So I will take care of you

When you’re sick as a prickly pear

Do not fear

The sickness is temporary

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