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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