Yes, I fear my dentist-
But my doctors even more-
It seems they all gang up on me-
They gang up by the score.
Each one has a specialty-
They don't believe in variety-
Even if there's a similarity-
They usher you out the door.
They send you to another brother-
They all cooperate with one another-
Each one shares a part of you-
There's enough o go around.
"I'm sure that its your heart"-
Says the heart doctor, "but to be sure"-
"I'll send you to my liver man-
He's bound to find a cure".
"Your liver's not quite up to par-
The x-ray shows a little scar-
But from your lungs I hear a rattle-
Perhaps that is another mattle-
I mean matter".
So off you shuffle to and fro-
Not knowing exactly where to go-
When will all this sickness end-
Such a bad shape I am in.
Finally you end up at a GP-
"You should at first have come to me"-
"Its only a cold", this I was told-
"Take two aspirins and call me in the morning". |
