What lives we live as nurses Our many days off with fat full purses. To do that though we must be brave. We must daily pull on trousers and slave To clean all the poop from head to toe From Betty to George and John to Joe.
It’s not easy what we do everyday. Not a break do we get if something’s astray. “More coffee! More pills! My mom needs a bath!” Its with each morning we trudge this winding warpath. With smiles on faces and great counterparts We bravely enjoy this work in our hearts.