A magpie was in the restaurant,
Tells me she has the flue,
does not know what to do,
been sneezen and hacking up a lung,
She explains it just begun,
Late yesterday now with out a wing,
Or a pray she is full of despair,
As to what to do,
I say this is nothing,
go home to you nest,
and get plenty of rest,
before you know it,
you be good as new,
Two days late it became true.
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