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Run for the hills, bounce to the CDC,
It doesn't matter what you do, this virus ALWAYS gets the best of you.
Whether you're sat on, whispered to or get a kiss,
You never win against this blotchy abyss.
They say they got rid of rashes, and annoying pimply things!
But they're all over everyone's face, the size of diamond rings!
"Achoo" say all the avatars in the contaminated room,
the pox is spreading to EVERYONE like a giant cloud of doom.
And now the myths commence of how to end this horror.
You can buy all the cover-ups and contribute all you want, but you'll find you're
only getting poorer.
Some people cheer the pox on. Others protest and say: "Booooo!"
But either way they got sadder, as the pimples grew and grew.
WhyPox has engulfed this fair town like a giant wormhole in space.
But just as everyone thinks it's the end of Whyville, it disapears without a
trace.
When the pimples go away, we all think that it's the end.
But wait 12 months, and there you go, the pox has returned. AGAIN.
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