Attracted by the first line of your verse
I set myself in aspic and feel worse
Drawn over to your garden by a rose
I broke my glasses then I broke my nose
When I left I felt like being soothed
Oriental massage made me bruised
When the books I read were full of dust
I felt I had to get them off my chest
I wonder why the doctor was so kind
I was dead but now I’m going blind
My doctor is a brilliant young man
He’s got a Ph.D, she’s çalled Diane
He wondered why I eat just Weetabix
Why ask a pin to tell us why it pricks?
Mother gave us Ovaltine and cake.
I wonder why she never learnt to bake
How my heart sings 