Saturday, 17 September 2011

A Blue Jay Died

Of the whooping cough.
Well, it whooped so hard,
And it whooped soooo long,
That it whooped its tail
And its head right off.

I'm pretty sure I'm that that blue jay right now. Except for the death thing. I think that's still coming.

I never realized that silly camp songs were meant to be applicable to real-life situations, but no sooner do I arrive back from Saskatchewan than I start hacking like an insomniac blue jay. For two straight weeks, good grief! Body, it's time to get healthy again - seriously!

“You're in pretty good shape for the shape you are in.” Dr. Seuss

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