CHECK UP 


WHEN I GO FOR A CHECK UP

THEY MAKE ME PEE IN A CUP.

I HOPE I DON’T LOOK PALE

WHEN I STAND ON THE SCALE.

I THINK THEY WRITE IN THE REPORT

THAT I’M GETTING A BIT SHORT.

I DON’T DRINK OR SMOKE

BUT I STILL GET A POKE.

THEY CHECK MY EYESIGHT

BUT I STILL SEE RIGHT.

I STILL READ THE CHART

I WONDER HOW’S MY HEART.

MY EAR ON THE LEFT

IS KIND OF DEFT.

I STILL HAVE LOTS OF TEETH

THEN THEY CHECK UNDERNEATH.

BUT I’M STILL LEAN

LIKE A WELL-OILED MACHINE.

I DON’T FEEL ILL

AN’ I DON’T NEED A PILL.

WHEN I GO FOR MY CHECK UP

I’M NOT SPUNKY LIKE A LITTLE PUP.

I’M ONLY FIFTY FIVE

AN’ I’M GLAD TO BE ALIVE.