The Evil Virus

There once was a boy named Osirus
Who had a particular virus
He had warts on his head
And the virus began to spread
Now the whole town is a crisis!

He visited Dr. Mid the next day
He thought the virus would never go away
"Oh please, Dr. Mid!
This Virus needs to be rid!"
And then Osiris got down and kneeled to pray.

Dr. Mid prescribed Him Antibiotics
And Osirus was much less psychotic
"The warts have shrunken
Oh Sweet Pumpkins!"
And the town was no longer chaotic.

Everyone was back to health
And luckily no one needed anymore help
What ever made Osirus ill
Should pay a large bill
Or be lock in a jail cell by them self.

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