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Everyone’s met Achoo,
    Known as the common cold.
He’s an evil little cold germ 
    Who’ll not do as he’s told.

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He likes to pounce on people 
     For he’s such a social man.
He hides away in corners 
     And he’ll catch you if he can.

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He’s invisible to humans 
    So you won’t know that he’s there.
He’ll be hiding in your classroom 
     Or sitting on your chair.

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He’ll be waiting on the door handle
     Or flying through the air.
He’ll be hiding where you least expect,
     So is this really fair?

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You’ll know when Achoo’s caught you 
     For you'll start to feel quite ill
And Mum might say: 'Stay in the warm -
      You’ve got a nasty chill.'

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Your throat feels sore, your nose will run
     And oh how tired you'll feel.
The fact that Achoo’s caught you
     Isn’t easy to conceal.

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Keep sneezes in your bedroom. 
    Don’t let Achoo get away.
He soon will tire of silly tricks 
    And he'll go another day.

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By keeping him within your home 
    He can't jump on your friends 
And Achoo’s nasty, sneaky tricks 
    Will soon come to an end.

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