A cold should be starved and a fever be fed;
at least that is what I remember Mom said.
Or else it is something that I myself read;
I'd go ask her now but I know that sheòùs dead.
A cold should be starved and a fever be fed;
My throat's like sandpaper and my eyes are red.
I feel like a zombie from "Night of the Dead."
If she were alive now she would be in bed.
A cold should be starved and a fever be fed.
I'll drink some hot tea and then Iòùll go to bed;
I'll go pull those covers right over my head.
Or else it's something that I myself read.
A cold should be starved and a fever be fed.
If I take some Nyquil it might clear my head.
Tomorrow's tomorrow, just don't think ahead.
I wish I remembered just what my Mom said.
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