Then everyone turned and ran to hide
The Doctor first and Me behind.
They said, "the evil's come to pass,
Our hiding places will not last."
The Doctor's cure to this disease
Was strange to me. Though I, naive,
Could not see beyond the throws,
Watched him place the crosshairs below his nose.
An evening gown in ladie's red
Came from his face and forth he bled
Unto the ground and so it seems
This cursed plage, it ends with Me.
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