Miss Polly Had a Dolly
Who was sick, sick, sick
So she called for the Doctor
To come quick, quick, quick
The Doctor said
“You silly old cow”
You have to call
The NHS from now
So she picked up the phone
and she rang their number
The Nurse that she got
Was an awful mumbler
after some questions
they got to the crux
We need to se the dolly
So get on the bus
The walk in centre
wasn't far away
So Miss Polly thought
it wouldn't eat her day
She took the dolly
and she took her seat
Next to the Pole
with the gammy feet
Her turn came after just a coupla hours
and the nurse used
all her diagnostic powers
to decide the dolly was
definitely ill
So Miss Polly
Had to wait
for a doctors pill
Of course in the meantime
Dolly had enough
The poor girl was feeling
progres-sively rough
And the irony is
in the good old days
The bed where she was sent
was where she would have stayed
All my own work
