Dr Beak - Lavender and Leeches

Knock, knock, knock, Dr. Beak is here
Our last hope fills our house with fear
From his raven face and black circle eyes
On lavender and leeches we gamble our
Lives

A long black coat
Covered in wax
A long wood cane
To poke and to lash
He wears a cross to protect his soul
For he has chosen a most unenviable
Role

Your symptoms are getting worse
Your treatment has not worked
You already had your fair share
Bringing on himself a curse
He escorts you to the hearse
The only mercy
He can spare

Your symptoms are getting worse
Your treatment has not worked
You already have your fair share
Bringing on himself a curse
He escorts you to the hearse
The only mercy
He can spare

Your symptoms are getting worse
Your treatment has not worked
You already have your fair share
Bringing on himself a curse
He escorts you to the hearse
The only mercy
He can spare

I hope God in his wisdom will understand
Why this death was brought by my head
No one can bear to see a child in pain

All the best medicine is wasted in vain
If he does not, I will return
When I am rewarded a position
As a real, beloved, healing physician

But till then, it must never be so
That I become infected from inhaling the air
Damned and wicked

Written by:
Thomas Hines

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