None of the experts can seem to agree
If it’s influenza type A or influenza type B
I had thought of the shots and then I forgot it
But whichever the strain, I know that I’ve got it!
My eyes are all red and my nose is all runny
My throat is on fire, I’ve cramps in my tummy
My stomach is queasy, my head’s in a fog
The hell with the type, I’m sick as a dog
You tell me that soon I’ll be on the mend
So I’m hanging in loose, but it’s at the wrong end
Then you boldly proclaim that it’s only the flu
Well you ought to know, since I caught it from you!
Geraldine Forer Spagnoli