Hey don't be sick
Don't feel blue, it's a trick
Are of the few, hard as brick
Don't boo who think to strict
Are lots of cures for sickness
Think some kind of medicine could cure
A little sweet sunshine, fresh air could
Are many fears with sickness
Only Thomas Edison could cure
Maybe a sign from god would be fair,
All you need is a little love
Some friendly care
Don't feel ill, don't be still
Just kill sickness, till I fill, over powering will
Just kill sickness, never too ill, over pounding drill
Just kill sickness, till I fill, ever moving still…

by David-Angelo Mineo
105 Words