Sitting in the waiting room
Waiting for the call
There's lots of others waiting here
That don't look well at all.
I'm feeling a bit better now
And not as bad as him.
He looks like he's not long to go
Before ending in the bin.
You mustn't make eye contact
It's not the thing to do.
Books and magazines have gone
That's the elf an safety crew.
At last the 'next one' buzzer goes
And I hobble to the door.
I'm off the see the doctor
I've forgotten now what for!