My urchin had a tummy ache,
He complained of feeling woozy,
I baked him a get-well cake,
He threw up in my jacuzzi.
I felt sorry because you see
I love my urchin,
And he loves me.
So I decided to fix him.
I took his temperature,
He was feeling very blue.
It caused him some discomfiture,
But it showed he had the 'flu.
I had no medicine for 'flu,
He felt increasingly sick,
I didn't know what to do,
So I hit him with a brick.
He went very quiet,
He doesn't say he's dizzy any more,
He looks like he's been on a diet,
He just lies flat on the floor.
I tried to cuddle him,
But he won't cuddle me,
I tried to talk and sing,
But he doesn't seem to see.
I think I've done something wrong,
I think he's worse than just sick,
I hope we won't be away long.
I wish I hadn't tried the brick.
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