The test I went to see the doctor because I had some pain When I take a deep breath It really is a strain He listened to my heart and lungs And told me to breath deep But when I did, the pain was great And I almost had to weep The pain was up under my ribs A bit higher than my ab's He handed me a cup to fill And took some blood for the lab The test results were negative They yielded no clues He ordered up an M R I My heart sunk to my shoes They stuck a needle in my arm Orange stuff flowed into my vein I went through this big machine "Don't move, or you'll have to go again." That orange stuff made me hot I thought I'd burst into flames The longer I was on the table The hotter I became A week later the doctor called He'd received results from the test Nothing out of the ordinary A sigmoidoscopy is next I didn't like the sound of that "What is it", I asked, "Do tell." When he told me what they'd have to do I told him "Go to Hell." The pain returned and it was bad The test was really needed I thought it over, and grew up To the test, I conceded Wasn't as bad as I thought it would be All those unfounded rumors The doc said it all checked out No problems and no tumors We never got to the bottom Of this weird medical mystery It just remains an unanswered part Of my less than normal history
