What I Would Not Do For You

McGee was feeling poorly Rather dizzy, kind of weak He started thinking, that perhaps It's a Doctor he should seek His wife agreed, and drove him To the nearest Doc in town As they made it through the door She helped him to sit down It wasn't long before The Doctor called, and asked Him in And it didn't take a minute For the testing to begin Then after all the pictures The prodding and the poking The Doctor's smile disappear As he set aside all joking I have to speak with you alone He said to Ann McGee Soon your Husband's gonna die But it doesn't have to be He has a stress disorder That will surely kill him dead Unless of course you're willing To change some things instead "What can I do" Ann inquired Her hands upon her head "I'll tell all the things to do' The Doc abruptly said You mustn't wake Him early For he needs more time to rest And forget about a list of chores He'll have to work must less You mustn't stress him out With problems that might weigh And cook him three good meals Consistently each day And mostly whats's important As He handed her a bag Have him take one each day And for Gods Sake, never nag The Doc then turned and said If you do these thing, It'll clear And he should show improvement In six or seven years Ann thanked the Doctor kindly Then returning to McGee Said "I'll take you home now, darling And make your favorite tea" It was silent in the car Until they drove about half way McGee then asked impatiently "What did the Doc say" Anne stopped the car abruptly As tear fell from her eye "Oh, McGee, My Dearest Love He said your gonna Die"