I slight little sneeze, a measly cough.Oh my I believe this is a cold.But I know that my immune system's tough.I know that my white blood cells will hold.And so I ride it out, living my life.Running through blizzards without any clothes.Although the running caused me much strife,I have only this cold to show.And so here I sit in my bed full of sweat.My fever breaking here and there.My sheets and blankets all sopping wet.But I'm way to sick to care.