Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross
to see a fine lady who wears a white coat.
With gloves on her fingers and mask on her nose
hope they’ll protect her wherever she goes.
Ride a cock horse to Banbury Cross
to meet with a doctor who’ll do as she must
No rings on her fingers or bells on her toes
But lives in her hands and a difficult task.
No pouting, no posing, celebrity fans;
anonymous doctor in surgical gown.
No twitter or Facebook or instagram fun
just wards full of patients with a tough job to do.
So who will we value when all this is through?
Will celebrity matter? I’m not sure. Are you?
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