Mom's away the kids will play While away the winter day Eating jello drinking pop Nothing could make us stop For her back is turned to us She can't yell or make a fuss End of day she'll come back Then we'll have to hit the sack Pretend we lay abed all day Feverish foreheads burned away Oh momma can you make us soup Not that icky store-bought goop Something thick with pasta shapes Maybe 'tatoes size of grapes Maybe something sweeter too Let our stomaches settle to We your over-heated kids With diseases not yet rid Maybe we could watch tee vee We might have strength mightn't we We heard that it's good for you To bathe in light of sickly blue Momma where's the clicker gone We want to watch the rerun Fonz Could you get us jello blue With marshmallows and peeled grapes too Oh, will that take too long Don't worry momma we'll hold on Our fevers are so fierce high Headaches make us want to sigh Oh mom perhaps we need another Day the flu to get from under Oh look, I'm babbling what a sign It could be our ending time Give my toys to little sis' If she survives and I miss Lying here on my death bed Its your love comes to my head We don't need soup or jello bowls Though they might our health control But wait that smell is calling me Thick stew made from the darkling tree You've saved us both mother dear Please bring a bowl to us here We can barely stand you know It may be many days to go But with a little loving care We may make it through the scare
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