I woke up and felt bluer than blue
I really didn't know what to do
So I gathered myself
Talked to an elf
And left the house without a clue
I traveled down to the local mart
I grabbed a very squeaky cart
People stared at me
I wanted to flee
But I needed cream for my wart
Waiting for me was my green pal
He took the yogurt since he was low-cal
He patted my back
Jumped into a sack
Then mailed him off to my Uncle Sal
I then applied ointment to my problem spot
Then suddenly it got extremely hot
A worm burst out
It began to pout
And I wondered what disease I got
So bluer than blue I remain today
I can't say I am really okay
But life is fine
I will not whine
Instead I will make worm flambe
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