As you're lying here in your hospital cot, You think you're unlucky but really you're not, For though you are sick you are all getting well So forget your troubles and grin -that is swell! You really are fortunate being in bed, You get first class service and are quite well fed. You've got heat, light and comfort and plenty more (I've heard some complaining, but don't know what for.) Now just take a look at the world's sorry state- It is seething with hardship, disaster and hate, With grim highway accidents, shipwrecks at sea, Drownings and murders and bank robbery. There are wars going on, some cold and some hot, Bad riots in prison and spies being shot. There are strikes in the dockyards, on buses and trains, Men lost in mine cave-ins and crashed aeroplanes. There are epidemics of fever and flu, Great blizzards and rainstorms and fog thick as glue. There are fires in hotels and houses and shops, There are taxes to pay - no one knows where it stops. As yes, fellow patients, how lucky we are- Let's pity the others who must wander far. Why, our biggest worry if we've got one at all Is to crash in a wheelchair while out in the hall. But let's not be selfish with this pleasant state, Let's all take "the treatment" for it will be great To face the world's troubles and let someone new Take over our beds and our good fortune too! -Bob Herdman February 4, 1953   Submitted By: NULL