Insurrection

Don’t go out in the rain!
My mama used to scold,
Lest you catch pneumonia
Or something worse

I went out anyway
And my behind got tanned
And dared not again

That was then
Now I am grown
The pain went away
A rattan now I dare!

Lets’ wild out in the rain friend!
And
Alas! We do not catch chest
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