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 My Tonsil Transfer

When I was five, sore throat I got.

Mom and Dad took me to see Doc.

I wasn't one to gripe a lot,

But my throat hurt when I would talk.

Doc said my tonsils were to blame.

I'd need to have them taken out.

In the hospital, out they came.

But still my throat was sore no doubt.

Doc told me in a week or so

I'd be fine, and then a sweet dream,

All the adults said yes not no

To my eating loads of ice cream.

Still have my tonsils and they are

Kept preserved in a mason jar.