by oosh
I felt proud, when I saw the doctor's stare. "Oh you're unusual," he said, "that's rare!" I'm special, I thought. I'm special. But he said, "Shall I cut it for you?" Oh no! An icy prickle in my hair – That's me, that is. I took it home, I cradled it. I like to feel it, Like to touch it. How I like it! That's me, that is! It drives me spare! I felt proud, when I saw my doctor's stare. "You're so unusual," she said, "that's rare!" I'm special, I felt, I'm special. And she said, "Shall I kiss it for you?" Oh yes! A juicy trickle in my hair – That's me, that is. She took me home, she cradled me, She loved to feel me, Loved to touch me: How I love her! She's mine, she is! She drives me spare!