Ugh - I seem to have an itchy chin. br Oh my god - what's on my skin? br A blemish - wasn't there the other day - br That's it, I'm dead - I'm off to pray! br br It's got to be a melanoma - br Even worse, an adenoma! br I'm gonna fall into a coma, br While wasted by a carcinoma! br br I'll get my mirror and my book br So I can take a closer look. br Oh - what's that spot inside my ear? br Now what the heck's that doing there? br br I never saw it yesterday - br And now I think I'm turning grey! br Must be from these horrid shocks - br That spot could be the bloody pox! br br Or even worse - bubonic plague! br No wonder I'm a little vague. br But then again, I'm rather shaken. br I'll check my book - could be mistaken. br br Oops, I've made the book slam shut. br Oh my god - a paper cut! br I'll bleed to death - I know I shall! br Well that's my lot; it's so-long pal. br br That cut could get a vile infection - br So then I'll need a big injection: br A mighty dose of methicillin. br But I could have that little villain: br br You know the one - mrsa, br Which means my blood will just decay, br Despite the drugs they'll pump me with - br So there you are - and now forthwith br br I'll slip into a painful death, br Struggling for my final breath! br Best wash my face before I go - br I should look clean from head to toe. br br Hey - the blotches on my face and ear - br They've disappeared - my skin is clear! br Of course - yesterday I stained my fence.