Elixir! Nostrum!

Ah! Look hither!

What a sight!

Brown and dusty!

Ashamed is light!

Bounces off beds,

And pots and pans.

Papers lie strewn,

No room for fans.

Uncouth, unkempt

This room is a mess,

I could puke just now,

Let me confess.

The room is moist,

It reeks and is dingy,

The Moss on the wall,

Uh, so clingy!

A decrepit hospital,

A room in a ward.

Gone are the ailments,

We have hit them hard.

No wound to fester,

No disease in sight.

Panacea is ours,

We have seen the light.