Sketch by Cole Falconer
The doctor said it wouldn’t be so bad.
He told me about a place run by his friend,
And I laughed with everything I had.
A tall man met me, all dressed in plaid.
He told me I already looked on the mend.
The doctor said it wouldn’t be so bad.
That very night I’d been such a good lad
He treated me to a game of pretend,
And I laughed with everything I had.
All the walls had such neat little pads
To make sure it didn’t prematurely end.
The doctor said it wouldn’t be so bad.
I wrote a letter and it made the man mad.
He asked to whom I intended to send,
And I laughed with everything I had.
The doctor checked in, I was so glad!
I still was not balanced. My stay must extend.
The doctor said it wouldn’t be so bad,
And I laughed with everything I had.