Rachel Fister's Blister, by Amy MacDonald

Quicker faster bring the pastor called the postman called the priest. Faster quicker, bring the bigger bob fireman, call the police. A little overreaction, you think? Without a sister with a blister. Yes, I think they had to know how to fix a little blister like the one on Rachel's code. Pastor master called for plaster. 6 or 8 or ten or three. Farmer trauma was much calmer. He suggested broccoli. Doctor proctor said concoct her up an herbal remedy. While the policeman and the postman, both advised a cup of tea and lotus for putting her foot in the tea. Rachel's brothers and some others swore that ice would do the trick, but the firemen, roger bryer, and said that heat would kill it quick. Fireman's answer to everything. Vicar wicker called for liquor. What he meant was lemonade. Well, the maids and ladies bickered and the priest and rabbi Prix. Well, they tried them and applied them one by one to Rachel's toe. 

Darling daughter is a better, but each time she answered? No. The work that would have done it. This is irksome. This is quirk some surely someone ought to know, surely someone can't a sister with a blister on her too. Call the palace. That's queen Alice. She's the smartest. That's for sure. So they called her Anna polder with her tail of Rachel's cure. Fire and ice and tea and spice exclaimed the queen such silly tips. My advice is quite precise. Listen up. Just use your lips. Oh, clever queen. Why can't she mean? Ask the rabbi and the priest and the others doctor's brothers world stumped to say the least. Rachel's mother said don't bother for. I think that I can guess. And she kissed her daughter's blister. Is that better daughter? Yes. This is always one of my favorite ones. Everybody have a wonderful day.