MY THANKS TO THE SHRINERS

I don't know if I said so I'll say again
My wheelchair adventure was when I was ten
I always thought I was a pretty good kid
But,looking back at some things that I did
Doctor wanted me to have a lot of calcium
But while I could hear he shoulda kept mum
For he told the nurses whenever I desired
A malt,shake or icecream and I never tired
Of seeing exasperated looks on their faces
As I regularly put them through their paces
Thinking back it might have been the reason
They gave me the wheelchair for the season
When I was mobil I put my chair to the test
And then the poor nurses could get some rest
Patient bedding was about 5 beds in a room
No way to call nurses if voices didn't boom
I had a small friend,bedfast and had to pee
He said I been calling, they wont answer me
I told him I would get them to come again
I liked to rhyme some, yeah even back then
I yelled out in a voice as loud as could be
"Urinal in room 103 hurry up before I pee."
You'd think the nurse flew in on her broom
As quick as she brought one to our room
Hospital wasn't great but it saved my leg
If not for the Shriners I'd walk on a peg
The Shriners paid for all my hospital stay
They're the ones I donate to,this very day
So in the parades in little cars and boats
I see some great guys following the floats