This little sickie went to the hospital—
wee-oo, wee-oo, down the hall! 
This little sickie came home from school—
pale little face, backpack and all. 
This little sickie slept all day long—
Sleeping like a bear, didn’t move at all. 
This little sickie got queasy at breakfast—
stared at the muffins like, “Nope… not at all.” 
And this little sickie stayed home all morning—
because the bathroom…
became their personal stall. 
This little sickie purged more than once—
Impressive range for someone so small. 
And this little sickie threw up in the tub—
poor bathtub did not expect that waterfall. 
And all the sickies cried,
“Oh dear heavens, make it stop!”
As the tummy bug marched through the house
like a chaotic germy mob. 
Please pray for the Borns today, and all the days!
-Cher
