In a doctors waiting room.
With a monotonous croon.
'have I this or have I that,
Should I move or should I scratch? '
Many hours have now past
and OH! Im called at last.
But in and out in TWO! !
Told 'THERE'S NOTHING WE CAN DO'! !
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem