Some little bug

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This is hilarious :D

                                                  In these days of indigestion
                                                  It is oftentimes a question
                                                             As to what to eat and what to leave alone;
                                                  For each microbe and bacillus
                                                  Has a different way to kills us,
                                                               And in time they always claim us  for their own.
                                                  There are germs of every kind
                                                  In any food that you can find
                                                              In the market or upon the bill of fare.
                                                   Drinking water's just as risky
                                                   As the so-called deadly whiskey,
                                                                And it's often a mistake to breather the air.

                                                   Some little bug is going to find you some day,
                                                   Some little bug will creep behind you some day,
                                                                Then he'll send for his bug friends
                                                                And all your earthly trouble ends;
                                                   Some little bug is going to find you some day.
                                                   The inviting green cucumber
                                                   Gets most everybody's number,
                                                               While the green corn has a system of its own;
                                                   Though a radish seems nutritious
                                                   Its behavior is quite vicious,
                                                                And a doctor will be coming to your home.
                                                   Eating lobster cooked or plain
                                                   Is only flirting with ptomaine,
                                                               While an oyster sometimes has a lot to say,
                                                   But the clams we eat in chowder
                                                   Make the angels chant the louder,
                                                              For they know that we'll be with them right away.

                                                   Take a slice of nice fried onion
                                                   And you're fit for Dr. Munyon,
                                                               Apple dumpling kill you quicker than a train.
                                                   Chew a cheesy midnight "rabbit"
                                                   And a grave you'll soon inhabit-
                                                               Ah, to eat at all is such a foolish game.
                                                   Eating huckleberry pie
                                                   Is a pleasing way to die.
                                                               While sauerkraut brings on softening of the brain.
                                                   When you eat banana fritters
                                                   Every undertaker titters,
                                                               And the casket makers nearly go insane.

                                                   Some little bug is going to find you some day,
                                                   Some little bug will creep behind you some day,
                                                                With a nervous little quiver
                                                                He'll give cirrhosis of the liver;
                                                   Some little bug is going to find you some day.
                                                   When cold storage vaults I visit
                                                   I can only say what is it
                                                              Makes poor mortals fill their systems with such stuff?
                                                   Now, for breakfast, prunes are dandy
                                                   If a stomach pump is handy
                                                               And your doctor can be found quite soon enough.
                                                   Eat a plate of fine pigs' knuckles
                                                   And the headstone cutter chuckles,
                                                               While the grave digger makes a note upon his cuff.
                                                   Eat that lovely red bologna
                                                   And you'll wear a wooden kimono,
                                                               As your relatives start scrappin' 'bout your stuff.
                      
                                                   Some little bug is going to find you some day,
                                                   Some little bug will creep behind you some day,
                                                                Eating juicy sliced pineapple
                                                                Makes the sexton dust the chapel;
                                                    Some little bug is going to find you some day.

                                                    All those crazy foods they mix
                                                    Will float us 'cross the River Styx,
                                                                Or they'll start us climbing up the milky way.
                                                    And the meals we eat in courses
                                                    Mean a hearse and two black horses
                                                               So before a meal some people always pray.
                                                    Luscious grapes breed 'pendicitis,
                                                    And the juices leads to gastritis,
                                                                So there's only death to greet us either way;
                                                    And fried liver's nice, but, mind you,
                                                    Friends will soon ride slow behind you
                                                                 And the papers then will have nice things to say.

                                                    Some little bug is going to find you some day,
                                                    Some little bug will creep behind you some day
                                                                 Eat some sauce, they call it chili,
                                                                 On your breast they'll place a lily;
                                                     Some little bug is going to find you some day.
                                                                                                            -Roy Atwell





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