Walking in the rain, not-so-clever
I fall sick again, waiting to recover
Around me thick blankets cover
What makes me a careless driver?
Hands and legs feel like screwdriver
Don't have strength to lift weight with lever
Vultures up in the blue sky, patiently hover
Sensing the danger above, my legs quiver
Inside my grasp holds a four leaves clover
Protecting myself with a big, sharp cleaver
I was praying to get a double-action revolver
And my reflexes becoming faster than ever
Shooting the birds will help me to recover
A loud "bang" will send the birds shiver
Because I don't want to get sick forever.
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