| I am a fierce and ferocious beast
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| Though I’m sure you cannot tell
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| I take my pills and medicine
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| 'Cause I don’t feel so well
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| My head is stuffed, my nose it runs
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| It hurts my throat to speak;
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| I’m a brontosaurus with bronchitis
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| I’ve been like this for a week
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| I’m acting rather civilized
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| But it’s not that I’ve been tamed
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| I can’t go romping with my friends
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| 'Cause my throat is all inflamed
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| They say I look emaciated
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| (That means I’ve gotten thin)
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| Mom feeds me tea with lemon
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| Grandpa drops the nose drops in
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| Grandma makes Cro-Magnon soup
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| Dad give me vitamin C
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| Mom gives me lots of orange juice
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| And lets me watch TV
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| All covered up in a fevered sweat
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| My throat and chest both hurt
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| But I get to watch The Flintstones
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| And have jello for desert |