Feed a fever, starve a cold The whites of your nails They show the lies Steeped in stories held by the old Believing in All That They Are Told But now we see with the dawn of Questions If you believed in the book, A lie is no different to a slap across the face Its time for these tales to be forsook Don't let your candle blow out They say The evil is near Our advice don't you flout Dry your hair in cold Or else you'll catch one of Death Listen my child And just do as your told
Big Sis Back when i was her 'Baby Girl' but i lost that