When your sick, you feel ick. When you feel unhealthy you do not feel wealthy. When your health is low, you will never glow. Unless it is with a fever, which makes it hard to be a weaver. You sit with a runny nose, in a really undignified pose. You sit with messy hair, Sometimes you don’t care, who stares. We all want to get better, put our sickness in a letter and send it off for ever. But you will not be sick for long, and soon your voice will be filled with song. When the day comes, you are over it, and you’ll say a quick goodbye to mucus and spit.