Doctor Rose
Dr. Rose can't diagnose
A thing that's wrong with me.
I'm flushed and red with an aching head
And pain in both my knees.
Although the're clean, my toes are green,
My ears have come unstuck,
I'm feeling sick, my elbows click,
My temperature is up.
"Don't be daft!" the doctor laughed.
"Don't take me for a fool!"
Somehow he knows, that Dr. Rose,
I don't want to go to school.
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