The Doctor's Secret Thoughts

The Doctor’s Secret Thoughts By Elton Camp I think you might have the flu Here is what I’ll have you to do Just take this shot of penicillin So it’ll wipe out that evil villain That the disease is to a virus due Means absolutely naught to you So antibiotics won’t be effective But of my income are protective You can’t tell you came here sick And I didn’t care, not even a lick I was a callous old medical snake Since I didn’t give anything to take I know soon you will be feeling better So now follow my orders to the letter You must come back here in a week I can charge to take yet another peek I well know when that long you endure Your own immunity has time to cure There is very truly no way on the earth That this shot can have the least worth But the thing I do now intend, you see Is for you to give all of the credit to me When recovered, you spread all around Report that I’m the best doc of the town