My doctor has very warm hands
They feel like they’ve been in hot sands.
He has good circulation
And fine gesticulation.
Soon he will start up a band.
For he needs much more money to pay
The lady who sits there all day
She answers the phone
In her celestial tone.
It’s enough to drive grown men to pray.
And then there’s the nurse who removes
Stitches and stones from one’s hooves.
She needs a good wage
To pay for her gauge
To measure the width of our grooves.
How my heart sings 