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I feel like writing, but have writer's block.
I feel like running, but at most I can walk.
I feel like singing, but can barely just speak.
I feel so sick, been in bed for a week.

This stupid cold has me shivering hot.
This stupid cold's here, like it or not.
This stupid cold has my temperature high.
This stupid cold has me ready to cry.

So I lay here in bed, a terrible mess.
So I lay here in bed, like our lazy cow Bess.
So I lay here in bed, at a hundred and two.
So I lay here in bed, down with this dumb 'ol flue!



I think I might put this on the arenas. I came up with it off the top of my head.