I've boarded the bus;
my brother has not.
He's sick and at home,
but look what I've got.
my brother has not.
He's sick and at home,
but look what I've got.
This tonic will cure you
of school and its pains.
The trick's in the stuff
this concoction contains:
Some sweat from my brother,
the spit from his sneeze
the phlegm from his hanky,
the snot on his sleeve,
Stirred-up together
in bottles to sell--
One sip and I promise
You're feeling unwell.
