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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