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Sponge Count

Ernest went to the doctor, who said that his spleen must come out The day that he went for his treatment a rumor was going about That the doctor was seemingly careless, and leaving some sponges behind So Ernest confronted the surgeon, and gave him a piece of his mind He ranted until he was flustered, then after a calming down pause Told him the staff should be looking, accounting for sponges and gauze The doctor was most reassuring; he said it would all be okay And told him that he and his nurses would be looking in earnest today.

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