When i am ill- listen when i am ill, i go to bed and on the pillow lay my head. the doctor comes and says, “dear me, whatever can the matter be? ” he feels my pulse and sees my tongue, he tests my heart and then each lung; he asks how old i am, and then he takes his paper and his pen and makes a note of things that taste so horrid, that i'm sure it's waste to take them. but he says “each noon take this, and you'll be better soon.”