Our Nurses

Wan big tuffes’ job,
In all ‘dis crazee worl,
Whether you big Russian guy
Or wee little Irish gurl.

Is standin’ on your feet all day
At a shaky nursy station
Pounden ‘lil pills to dust
An wachin; 30 pations

All de while she got in mine
Another can soon be gawn
An she’ll be doin’ paper work
And tryin’ not to mawn

She luv them all pretty much you see
Dere’s no time to relax
And she has no time to tink aboud
Wah dis Romney guy pays in tax!