Very entertaining wanted to share
I am a germ and I’m on your finger.
If you don’t wash soon I plan to linger.
I’ll fill your nose and make you sneeze.
I’ll ride your sneeze and fill the breeze.
The breeze will touch on everyone.
They’ll all get sick, which is no fun.
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