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Dear Mr. Flu...

Once upon a time
in the Hoelscher household
there came a nasty spell
much worse than a cold.

It struck the first victim
and pass out he did.
From his daughter and the Bible
he ran and hid.


But alas, so quickly
did the nastiness strike.
Soon victim number 2
was out like a light.


She cried and wiggled,
she fevered and rolled.
A hint of sunshine
she wanted to hold.

So harshly that evil
Mr. Flu wouldn't flee.
He soon claimed stake
on victim number 3.


They laid, they rested
they stayed home and nested.
They prayed and cried
oh my. Oh. My.


And as the victims
regained their might,
they warned Mr. Flu
he was up for a fight.
They wanted no more
of his horrible game.
And kicked him out
with a fabulous name.

The clue.

(We are finally all better after two weeks of awfulness at our house.  Praise the Lord little Lucy wasn't victim #4!  The only good thing - Lyla's naming it "the clue.")

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