My bones do creak
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I'll drink no treat
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My nose doth leak,"
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I'll soak my feet
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Both ears have squeaks.
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I'll rub in ointments,
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In bed two weeks!
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Cancel all appointments,
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I'll breathe in vapors
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Do bring me soups.
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Ignore newspapers.
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Bring in the troops.
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Oh, Linus Pauling, save me!
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I'm doing my part
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So when do you start?
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Tee grass of C
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Oh Linus Pauling, hear me.
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I take in me,
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Plus A & D
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I remember the drops for each
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And K & B.
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blurred orb
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I apply goose grease for my skin
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At least one troop
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to absorb
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Should ease this croupe.
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I rub in unguent on muscles sore
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Dear Linus Pauling, save me!
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"Egads!" I think "Is there
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anything sore?"
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Through eyes most bleary
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Yes. Chew that tablet, ignore
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I read the labels
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the flavor
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on medicine bottles
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(There are other drugs to
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scattered o'er my tables;
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savor.)
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"Take 8, four times,
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Endure the fever, shake with the
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with food, each day"
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chills,
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But those you take another way.
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Keep on truckin' with those
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doggone pills.
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No milk or anything else with
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these
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Well, bring a chicken
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No butter, bread, or cakes or
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Lest more I sicken,
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cheese
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Create a broth
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Just swallow them fast with
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H20
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With nothing wroth,
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(Remembering to insert one
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So that each sip
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lozenge below).
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That passes my lip
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Can open the pipes
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Yes, place that fowl within the
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And soothe the gripes.
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pot,
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Boil it hard, serve it hot.
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Now listen, Linus, do something
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Sweet Linus Pauling, save me.
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already
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Upon my feet I'm quite unsteady!
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I'll eat no meat from domestic
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cattle
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I'm drinking down syrups to
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I'll forego lamb while my chest
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soothe my chest
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doth rattle
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And seeking out Morpheus for a
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I'll give up yoghurt and
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well earned rest
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imported cheeses
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I'm supping on cereals
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'Till my chest will stop its
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And juices of fruit.
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wheezes.
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Frankly Linus, I'm thinking of
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someone else to recruit! 
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