Nancy, Nancy laid in bed
Aching, pounding was her head
Kleenex, Kleenex everywhere
Fussed up sheets and mussed up hair
Missing work just isn't that neat
When you're so tired and feel so beat
I have the flu and the flu has me
I hate the flu but the flu loves me
Good bye fun and hello tea.
Days are better if you can write
A Shel Silverstein poem about your life.
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