The first little poem that Diana has memorized:
COUGH MY WRIST
As my lovely
wrist has a little cough,
me, then I grieve that,
I call the doctor.
Serious and quiet, the sick
long considered,
and putting the thermometer
and looking at his watch.
The wrist was pale,
I trembled with emotion,
and finally the doctor said,
down a little voice:
"That cough is only cured
with a candy or two.
(Germain Berdiales)
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