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Doctor, Doctor!
Doctor, doctor help me!
I'm begging of you please!
I've got this rotten hay fever,
And all I do is sneeze!
It's got to do with pollen!
The stuff that all bees fetch!
It's making my life miserable,
I feel a total wretch!
‘What did you say, doctor?'
‘It's grass that makes it worse?'
‘Especially when it's just been cut!'
Well isn't that a curse!
My eyes are always running,
My nose is tripping too!
I'm sick of it, I really am!
‘Oh doc', what will I do?'
Ah, some magic tablets,
To get me through the day!
To give me relief! ‘Oh thank you doc!'
‘You really are ok!'
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