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It is a poem about the miseries of childhood, the difficult part... |
| When children become ill Doctors give them pill Which they have to eat Much against their will. They are in cranky mood And keep shunning their food Sometimes even vomit Which is not good. To see them suffer is terible They become so thin and feeble All heart goes out to them Oh! Children so lovable. Good health is a boon To be enjoyed by one and all Children should get well soon And become big, strong and tall. |