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.
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