A non rhyming, poorly metered bedtime story
Two big brothers wrestling on the couch.
One fell off and broke Greta's leg. (Or so Momma suspicioned)
Momma called the doctor and the doctor said,
Wait for four days and call me back.
And try to keep those big boys from wrestling on the couch.
(well, he didn't really say that)
Momma took Greta home.
And watched her like a hawk.
She was fussy and grumpy and wanted to be held all day
Then when the Momma noticed a fever
She called the doctor again (an actual call instead of a visit)
and the doctor said
Still wait 4 days and call me on Thursday.
Each and every day the fever persisted and Greta still showed signs of leg pain.
So on Wednesday night, when dear little Greta hadn't improved satisfactorily,
Plans were made to visit the doc the next day.
The Momma dreamed of pink or purple leg casts all night
And the relief it would be to get her sweet mellow girl back.
{And to catch up on Primary.}
Thursday morning came, along with it, a fussy young girl
Still limping and grumping and a fever, so slight
So Momma prepared the girlies a bath
To get them ready for a day at the doctor's office.
But after the bath, little Greta started to run
And play and laugh and show signs of her old happy self
And just like that everything was all better.
Thursday was the magic day after all.
The end.
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