His temperature was highHis face was plain
I couldn’t stand his cry
I couldn’t stand his pain
The night was almost over
We rushed to the ER
The Doctor had us to sleep over
We had already expected that far
The infusion was a must
It was hard, but we agreed
His little hand had the needle thrust
It must be painful, he cried indeed
My Son has always been a fighter
And this too he will bravely get over
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