I Need to Go to the Doctor
I need to go to the doctor.
I think I'll listen to a metal song -
no; a Chopin étude.
Did Emily suffer, too?
My flower stings.
I'm a composer now - I've got real hands -
no; a poet of the keys.
Did Frédéric mean to be brilliant?
Oh, that's right;
I need to go to the doctor.
Look!
A flying flower - it's green?
no; yellow!
Or is it a butterfly?
Oh, that's right.
I think I'll listen to a metal song -
no; a Chopin étude.
Did Emily suffer, too?
My flower stings.
I'm a composer now - I've got real hands -
no; a poet of the keys.
Did Frédéric mean to be brilliant?
Oh, that's right;
I need to go to the doctor.
Look!
A flying flower - it's green?
no; yellow!
Or is it a butterfly?
Oh, that's right.