  Now come, dear John, and go to school, I hope you know your every rule. No, do not kiss me, Johnnie dear, My mouth is full of germs I fear. Love, as you walk along the street, You must not pat each dog you meet. Alas! you naughty, careless lad, You've touched the cat, how sad, how sad! For I must sterilize again Your hands and face and books and pen. Now, take each antiseptic glove And quickly into each one shove Your fingers which are prone to be From dreaded germs—ah, never free. Here's "SURE-GERM-KILLER" in a case. Put some at once on hands and face, For, oh, I fear those dreadful GERMS |
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