Medical Opinions
(sung to the tune of The Jefferson Airplane’s “White Rabbit”)
One doc says I’m OK.
Another says I’m ill.
And a third prescribes a magic pill
To make pain go away.
A fourth one says I need a stent
For one aorta’s frail,
And a surgeon says my back hurts
Because a disc has failed.
But one thing they agree on,
And it fills me with dismay:
I have to give up smoking,
Or numbered are my days.
