There once was a
pirate named Bill
Who was seasick
And terribly ill
He then came to
note
That a lifetime
on boats
Was not the best
job he could fill
So Bill went to
work in the mines
But the
blackness
Was not a good
sign
Afraid of the
murk
He was in the
wrong work
There was
nothing to do but resign
He took up a job
as the host
Of a lighthouse
That sat on the
coast
But scared of
the height
Of the tower of
light
He had to
abandon his post
Then next he
tried as a vet
He was certain
This was a good
bet
But then had to
dash
When he got a
red rash
A reaction to
everyone’s pets
Poor Bill had
nothing but dreams
It was hopeless
To have any schemes
Whatever he
tried
His body replied
By falling apart
at the seams
Then a doctor
saw him and spoke
‘Heavens above
You’re the bloke
To help my
research
Into sickness at
work
We could cure
the world at a stroke
They both got
rich from their finds
That they made
for
The good of
mankind
Now everyday
Bill
Gets to take a
new pill
And be ill
whenever inclined
