When I have to stay home with the flu
And have nothing productive to do,
I whine, moan, and groan,
"Please don't leave me alone!
Distract me! Tell me about you.
(On the phone!)"
This means my reaction to the flu is just about opposite from Peter Flom's:
(If you sing it to a tune I use to standardize the meter of any limerick, the envoi "(On the phone!)" makes a nice little chord cadence at the end. It's also a good thought for others who crave chat when they feel ill.)