More Ancient Music
After Anon and Ezra
Springtide is now coming in
Loudly sing Achoo!
Pollen drifts and gives me fits
And how the sneezes echo!
Sing: Achoo!
Burns my eyes and causes sighs
An ague has my head
Melts the snow and makes nose blow
And sinuses to bleed anew
Achoo I sing: Achoo!
Damn you, Achoo! You’re why I’m blue
And so eschew your springtime brew
To sing Achoo, Achoo, ACHOO!
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Ralph
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