By The Beautiful Disease Poem by Robert Sheridan

Germ and Infectious were always together,
Said Germ to Infectious, “I love flu weather,
So let’s go to that beautiful disease,
Follow along, say you’re with me! ”
Anything that Germ would suggest to hurt
Infectious would always think it best to flirt,
So it would get its unwashed hands and holler
“All aboard gee I want to squallier.”
By the disease, by the disease, by the beautiful disease,
Germ and Infectious, Germ and Infectious, oh! How happy they’ll be,
When each illness comes a-rolling in,
We will make you vomit and thin,
And we’ll stay until the antibiotics kick in.
Face in the toilet and then up for air,
Whether you’re rich or poor, we don’t really care,
We love to be inside your guts,
With the disease, you’ll be in a sick rut.
Germ was quite a sport on a Sunday,
Though it could infect a child’s health on a Monday,
And Infectious wouldn’t lose its feverish air
Would go to work, hospital scare.
Every Sunday it would make you heave at home,
Say, “It’s business, human, I’ve got to roam, ”
Then it would hit its mark, get its unwashed hands and Infectious,
And say, “Come spread with me, shall we, we must! ”

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