Got bit by a tick, that’s a tick not a lice
In fact there were three; I was bit by them thrice
So I went to see nurse just to keep her abreast
And I whipped off my shirt and I showed her my chest
And yelled, “Nurse will I die?” She said, “Yes given time.
But not here and now, and not of the Lyme.”
I’d give her a pay rise were it mine to give
She saved my life – for yet do I live.
Oh pointless arachnid with my blood inside yer
I bet you now wish you had been born a spider
For I flushed you away as I’ve done by the dozen
A fate I would never impose on your cousin.
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