Who stood and checked my infant head,
When sleeping on my clinic bed,
And saw I had no tears to shed,
My Doctor!
When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who looked into my heavy eye,
And told my mum I wouldn't die,
My Doctor!
And when it seemed I couldn't hear,
He saw the wax that filled my ear,
He did give me the best of care,
My Doctor!
How can I ever stop to be,
Thankful and be grateful to thee,
For being so very kind to me,
My Doctor!
---Bola Play (2012)
