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To say you are a Junior Doctor Would be an understatement. To say you are fit to practice Would be irresponsible. Your bedside manner Leaves a lot to be desired. You break your Hippocratic oath At the drop of a hat. You hand out prescriptions for Calpol Like it's going out of fashion. You tell me to take some pills For the slighest of chills. You take my temperature And tell me I'm fine When the reading says just 29. When you check out my heart You say it goes: Ba-Boom Ba-Boom Ba-Boom Ba-Boom. But I'll cut you some slack, You may seem like a Quack, But if I insist on a free medical Then I shouldn't expect expertise From a Doctor aged but 3.
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:09 AM UTC
Ba-Boom Ba-Boom
To say you are a Junior Doctor Would be an understatement. To say you are fit to practice Would be irresponsible. Your bedside manner Leaves a lot to be desired. You break your Hippocratic oath At the drop of a hat. You hand out prescriptions for Calpol Like it's going out of fashion. You tell me to take some pills For the slighest of chills. You take my temperature And tell me I'm fine When the reading says just 29. When you check out my heart You say it goes: Ba-Boom Ba-Boom Ba-Boom Ba-Boom. But I'll cut you some slack, You may seem like a Quack, But if I insist on a free medical Then I shouldn't expect expertise From a Doctor aged but 3.
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Feb 4, 2019
Feb 4, 2019 at 6:09 AM UTC
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