My nurse
Best that we should stay in bed
For the fever rose with five degrees
Do stay near me

You bet!
A disease somewhat grotesque
Pray the cure begins to do its work
That all you live

Eight lie in
And they sweat blue again
When they stink they're not that handsome
Quite the opposite
Eight are weak
A toenail length from their grave
One can only guess what
higher temp' ratures would spark

Fraulein
I could spew from bum today
Yet the time it leaves my orifice
I might not say

Valid
observation you made just there
So preparing for an umpteenth blast
with such disgust

Eight lie in
And they sweat blue again
When they stink they're not that handsome
Quite the opposite
Eight crapped here
A dung heap never too far
One can only guess what
higher temp' ratures would spark

Biohazard! Grand Alert!
Millefeuille of med'cine scare
A pandemic never seen at all
before

Eight lie in
And they sweat blue again
When they stink they're not that handsome
Quite the opposite
Eight trapped here
The much feared terminal phase
A mean hurling bout
foreshadows an eightfold demise

I mean, hurling it out just like Pingu,...
hurling won't drive this darndest flu
away!