I'm not fond of hospitals,
the sick, the injured, the dying;
nurses wearing gloves and masks,
catching bugs when I'm not trying.

But we have to pay respects,
to those we love and cherish;
to be there in body and in mind,
when they may sadly perish.

We have to stay quite cheerful,
to lift their sprits up;
to say they will get better,
to be there as they sup.

To make them laugh, not cry,
to encourage them each day;
while they are confined in bed,
till they're released one day.

But hospitals are my bane,
I can't get away too quickly;
from the things that one can catch,
by just visiting the sickly.