F.2 - Poem 15

When I Am Ill- Listen

When I am ill, I go to bed

And on the pillow lay my head.

The doctor comes and says, ¡§Dear me,

Whatever can the matter be?¡¨

He feels my pulse and sees my tongue,

He tests my heart and then each lung;

He asks how old I am, and then

He takes his paper and his pen

And makes a note of things that taste

So horrid, that I'm sure it's waste

To take them. But he says ¡§Each noon

Take this, and you'll be better soon.¡¨