Moving through a forest I see trees
I know you would expect that wouldn't you
from the train window swaying in the breeze
"Who will get the jab against that Swine Flu"
Suddenly so intensely distracted
Soaking up the words of fellow trav'lers
Explanations so deep and protracted
Whispered about the illness that was hers
She would of course be first in that queue
Of the worthy and deserving cases
She took some pride in that as you would do
If you'd ever dealt with lesser places
To come first is such a beautiful thing
It appeared she had spent her life waiting
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