Sit down, don’t frown, yes – over here
You say you feel like cake, my dear?
You look a bit like cake as well
(A doc like me can always tell)
But don’t be sad, don’t look so worried
Diagnoses can’t be hurried
Let’s do some tests, let’s not be hasty
(Mmmm, your head is rather tasty)
What was that? You yelped? You cried?
(Lots of sticky jam inside!)
A muffled scream inside my tum?
(Sugar sprinkles, yum, yum, yum)
Now one last thing – just test these legs
Yes, yes, the chef did whisk those eggs
I’m right; there can be no mistake
A simple case of ‘felt like cake’
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