"O frabjous day! Callooh! Callay!
My PMR has gone away!
I can work and I can play!"
"Oh, has it gone away to stay?"
"Alas, good friends, the answer's 'Nay.'
The nasty bug does what it may,
It loves, it loves to make us pay
Whenever from pred's path we stray."
"Then let us take it day by day,
And thus at last perhaps we'll say
It's really gone--at last, HURRAY!"