The doctor has strangled my genius
By giving me thyroxine insidious.
It makes me go shopping
And spend something whopping
I’m the lady who bought all those camellias!
Yes, doctors can carry out tests
And prescribe twenty four dozen wool vests.
I wear one in bed;
Alfred pants on my head.
When will he give me a rest?
Can one buy woollen briefs for old men?
Lawyers could ask to foresee them.
Before they stand trial
They wear socks of lisle
Then they put on their top hats again
How my heart sings 