Once I loved such a shattering physician
Quite the best looking doctor in the state
He looked after my physical condition
And his bedside manner was great!

When I'd gaze up and see him there above me
Looking less like a doctor than a Turk
I was tempted to whisper, "Do you love me
Or do you merely love your work?"

He said my bronchial tubes were entrancing
My epiglottis filled him with glee
He simply loved my larynx
And went wild about my pharynx
But he never said he loved me

He said my epidermis was darling
And found my blood as blue as can be
He went through wild ecstatics
About my lymphatics
But he never said he loved me

And though, no doubt, it was not very smart of me
I get on a-wracking of my soul
To figure out why he loved every part of me
And yet not me as a whole
By my esophagus he was ravished
Enthusiastic to a degree
He said 'twas just enormous
My appendix vermiformis
But he never said he loved me

He said my cerebellum was brilliant
And my cererum far from N G
I know he thought a lotta
My medulla oblogota
But he never said he loved me

He said my maxillaries were marvels
And found my sternum stunning to see
He did a double hurdle
When I shook my pelvic girdle
But he never said he loved me

He seemed amused
When he first made a test of me
To further his medical art;
Yet he refused
When he's fixed up the rest of me
To cure that ache in my heart

I know he thought my pancreas perfect
And for my spleen was keen as can be
He said, of all his sweeties
I'd the sweetest diabetes
But he never said he loved me