My mother told me of an "asphidity" bag,
It was s'pose to keep bad colds away
If worn around your neck.
But I doubt if asphidity did the trick,
Probably the smell repelled the sick
And protected you from anything.
One son swears by echinacea,
Thinks then a cold can never getcha,
And it worked as long as he stayed away from ya.
As for me I think if you believe in whatever
At least for a while you won't get a fever,
‘Til you find you got the placebo.
One thing my mother got dead to rights,
Was lemon juice, whiskey, and an aspirin at night.
No pain, sweet sleep, with that I won't fight.
Meantime, I'll just try all those teas,
Gives an excuse to eat a cookie, please.
An interval of great delight.
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