We once had a doctor called Toad,
Who painted his patients with woad.
The placebo effect
Had no effect
So he advised them all to download.
He provided talking therapy
I tried but it did no good to me.
My arthritic knees
Seemed to displease.
What sort of a G.P. was he?
Surely a doctor should be indifferent
To what type of symptoms are present?
But he preferred infections
And giving injections
He should have took what he was sent!
Anyway he broke all the rules
Which were plain to the most stupid fool.
So he lost his licence
And had to be silent.
A man is as good as his tools
How my heart sings 