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“I cannot go to church today,”
Said little Peggy Ann Mckay.
“I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash, a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I’m going blind in my right eye.
My tonsils are as big as rocks,
I’ve counted sixteen chicken pox
And there’s one more—that’s seventeen.
And don’t you think my face looks green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue—
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I’m sure that my left leg is broke.
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button’s caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle’s sprained,
My ’pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice is weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling up my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow’s bent, my spine ain’t straight.
My temperature is one-0-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is—
What? What’s that? What’s that you say?
You say today is Saturday?
G’bye, I’m going to the mall today!”
The Bible says, “Let us not forsake the gathering of ourselves together, as is customary for some. Instead, let us exhort one another, and so much the more as you see the day approaching” (Hebrews 10:25, FHV)
Tom L. Childers
FHU Church Resources
December 17, 2002, No. 24