I went to see the doctor He said: "How do you do?. Kindly pull your shirt up And I'll examine you."   I kindly pulled my shirt up. His stethoscope was cold. He said: "It doesn't sound too good. You won't grow very old."   I said: "I'm more than seventy years Old and getting fat. There's nothing much amiss with me. Where did I put my hat?"
	He said: "I haven't finished yet. I have to see your feet." He counted, going up to two: "Both present, very neat."   "Now I have to count your teeth Because, when you get old, Your teeth begin to loosen up And rattle in the cold."   "Please let me take your temperature. I will just puff in your ear. Ah yes. It is ninety-nine today. You will live another year."