It's Only Make Believe

My grandfather lay on the bed pretending he was sick, I poked and probed him with a stick I had done it a million times before He allowed me to take his pulse, and examine his chest with my skipping rope I scribbled on paper with a pen, all the medicine’s he needed then I handed it over with a flair and demanded my fee’s right there I was what my grandfather played with me He could only be my patient in this game you see as he was the Doctor who took care of me.