The Little Doctor Blues

Oooh, my feet are cold!
Its not cos I’m old,
I’ve just been told
To put ice in my shoes,
To prevent the blues
And make me more bold.

Oooh, my elbows kill!
Its not cos I’m ill,
Its just until
I can take out the fork,
That helps me talk
Against my will.

Oooh, my eyes are stinging!
Not that I’m whingeing;
My health is hinging
On looking up to the sun,
It allows me some fun
'Til my soul is singing.


Oooh, thank you nurse!
For lifting the curse,
So I avoid the hearse
Now back to school,
You’ve helped us all
But learning comes first.