Home on the Range

Oh give me a life,
Where the cough is not rife,
And the head, does not ache half the day.
Where noses don't snort, or give off loud reports,
And the body, doth not tip or sway.

Home, of the--deranged.
Where the germs and bacteria thrive.
Where seldom is heard,
A euphonious word,
And the body seems but half alive.

"This sickness won't hold,"
I was cheerfully told,
By a family with only two kin.
They failed to discern,
That ten people in turn, could
Spend several weeks worsenin'.

Home, of the--deranged.
Where the germs and bacteria thrive.
Where seldom is heard,
A euphonious word,
And the body seems but half alive.

*cough, cough. cough, cough. cough, cough.....*

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