THE DR'S LIFE IS NOT SERENE.

The Doctor's life is not serene, 
He's just another human being, 
Who always does the best he can, 
Yet some folks think he's superman. 
They never think when day is through, 
Doc needs some rest and free time, too. 
So they just wait 'till he sets home, 
To buzz him on the telephone. 
They call him out of bed at night, 
And tell him something don't look right. 
On Johnnie's nose or Willie's toe,
A scratch they got six months ago. 
Folks like that are pretty mean, 
The Doctor's life is not serene. 
Sometimes I think if I were him, 
I'd tear some people limb from limb. 
I'd throw their parts out in the hall. 
And never fix 'em up at all. 
But Doctors don't perform that way, 
They work with patients every day. 
No matter how much time it takes, 
They cure pains and belly aches. 
They calm the nerves and ease the mind, 
They seldom say a word unkind. 
They answer calls both night and day, 
Then sometimes never get their pay, 
If I were in the Doctor's place, 
I'd quit the entire human race. 
I'd throw away my gauze and tape, 
And join the monkey and the ape. 
I'd take a month or six weeks off, 
I'd let the public sneeze and cough. 
I'd leave 'em with the cramps and chills. 
I'd hide somewhere out in the hills. 
I'd disregard their screams and groans, 
Their twisted guts and broken bones. 
I'd got those people on the beam, 
Who thinks a Doctor's life's serene?

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