The Human Body is said to be the wisest device
Let me say about this fable that It is not very nice
The only thing I have done lately is squeeze
And this fact does not make me any wheeze.
Since this week the body felt like getting ill
I have to remain at home with fever
As it is me who my body wants to kill
My disgrace that in this fight, I’m the only griever.
I have been away from my friend.
Please somebody, bring me some pills or a potion
I hope this decease will soon come to an end
Because to be here is not my devotion.
I feel this unpleasant pain inside my bones
Damned body, they hurt me as if they were stones.
