The Measly Flu

I fled the flu,
I fast did flee,
But he was catching up to me!

I turned around
To pound him sound,
But he kept crawling on the ground!

I shot him all
With cannon ball,
But he stood strong and did not fall.

I threw a lake,
A sea, at him,
But he kept swimming, oh, so grim.

He gained a mount
On top the world,
And into space I mountain hurled!

And now the flu
Is coming back
With alien flus—alack, alack!

Oh dear, oh dear,
What should I do
To beat this doggone measly flu?

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