Typhoid Mary walked through the door,

Her name is Jennifer, the girl I adore!

She coughed, I breathed — I nearly died.

“Get-me-to-hospital-or-dig-my-grave!” I cried.

The country doctor could not take my call,

Though his trusted N.P. pitied my fall.

She called the Rx with a script, oh glee!

I waited in line, needing to pee.

The pills were not plentiful, but oh so strong.

Red and oval—like Christmas!—So who can go wrong?

I’m up and around, my throat lump all gone,

I feel like flying to good ‘ole Hong Kong.

Those doctors in lab coats are Wizards, I say.

To Hark! To Heel! It’s a brand new day!

Bring me chocolates, oh bring me champagne …

The druggist has struck; let’s dance in the rain!