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The Busted Arm by Brian
ОглавлениеOne thing that I really like
Is riding fast upon my bike.
But one day, a tiny fly
Just happened to fly into my eye.
That fly, it did not mean me harm,
But I fell off and bust my arm.
The doctor, (he was awfully nice),
He had my arm put in a splice,
Then later on put me to sleep
To hammer in two pins to keep
My bone in place while it all heals,
(I now know how a fencepost feels).
The worst part of this treatment was
The medicine, and that’s because
It made my head go round and round,
And round and round, and upside-down.
That medicine made me feel so wick,
That medicine made me awfully sick.
Removing pins from bones requires
Painful pulling using pliers,
Much better now, my arm is mended
And almost straight when it’s extended.
“Your break is healed”, the doctor said,
“But the fly in your eye is long since dead.”