My Doctor and Other Lunatics
We once had a doctor called Boole
Who hated to look like a fool.
If his diagnosis was wrong
His face grew so long
It made me feel positively cruel.
When I had a rash on my brain
He thought I was going insane.
But calamine cream
Worked like a dream!
So I shall use it again and again.
Doctors have a difficult time,
When patients won't toe the line.
But we need our own voice
And to make our own choice.
We can't fit into another's design.
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