I’ll give you some gin

I once had a doctor called Woolf
He was well acqainted with wealth
He cut a lump off my arm
I felt very calm
Yet he was alarmed by my health

He would get extra pay, what a path
I bled,he was alarmed by the gush
He cried, your blood’s too thin
I’ll give you some gin
I said,I don’t drink, just a splash


I came home alone, it was hot
July,oh, the memory of that
Then I made some fresh tea
And was stung by a bee
All that I want is a cat

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