Everyday, Everyday!
I see him blow his nose
His snotty, icky tissue
It seems it just grows!
At lunch... At lunch
I watch him eat his food
And there it comes again
His green nasty goo.
In the class, in class
I dare not touch his hand
I do anything to avoid him
That I will never stand.
Why is his nose always runny
He needs to see a doctor
If he coughs, sneezes or sniffles
I might just have to holler!
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