Mary Mallon from Ireland came,
And in nineteen hundred or so
Began to cook her way to fame
As carrier of typhoid woe.
She'd cook and people became ill.
She'd move on to another job.
The truth came out, as the truth will
Of her spreading typhoid a gob.
She was put into quarantine
Off and on and for life at last,
With great precautions for hygiene,
So no more typhoid would be passed.
Around New York, it was real scary
Of connection with Typhoid Mary.
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