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Have you ever noticed that when you use Google Translate and translate English to a foreign language and then back again it never comes out exactly the same? I got this idea off of Youtube and had to try it myself.  So here it is:
 

The original:



Sick by Shel Silverstein

"I cannot go to school today,"
Said little Peggy Ann McMay.
"I have the measles and the mumps,
A gash,a rash and purple bumps.
My mouth is wet, my throat is dry,
I'm going blind in my right eye.
my tonsils are as big as rocks,
I've counted sixteen chicken pox
And there's one more- that's seventeen,
And don't you think my face looks a little green?
My leg is cut, my eyes are blue-
It might be instamatic flu.
I cough and sneeze and gasp and choke,
I'm sure that my left leg is broke-
My hip hurts when I move my chin,
My belly button's caving in,
My back is wrenched, my ankle's sprained,
My 'pendix pains each time it rains.
My nose is cold, my toes are numb,
I have a sliver in my thumb.
My neck is stiff, my voice weak,
I hardly whisper when I speak.
My tongue is filling my mouth,
I think my hair is falling out.
My elbow's bent, my spine ain't straight,
My temperature is one-o-eight.
My brain is shrunk, I cannot hear,
There is a hole inside my ear.
I have a hangnail, and my heart is- what?
What's that? What's that you say?
You say today is... Saturday?
G'bye, I'm going out to play!"

New Version:
And Shel Silverstein
" Today , I go to school "
Little Peggy Ann McMay.
"But I like the measles mumps
The first type, how rash and purple bumps.
As I write, my throat is dry
I blind my eyes.
My rock, the tonsils, a large,
And in the eleventh and smallpox
No - Seven
I think I have a bit of green?
I have some blue eyes,
 China byćgrypa the Instamatic.
Cough, sneeze, and the sea, I , their necks,
A cut foot
 Hip hurts when I move my chin,
My boss at the end of the year,
Broken leg sprained,
My " give the rain time.
I, and my fingers to the total you need such cold feet
Thumb splinter received.
My stiff neck, his voice weak
I said.
Stop and I burn my throat, and a complete
I think about my hair.
My right hand,
And is the average temperature - eight of them.
My brain, it can not answer
And, behold, a hole.
I cut and- in my heart?
What's this?
What?
They say today... Saturday?
G'bye , gram !"