Your wazamagumpus is bent
Too sore to go out and
Too achy with pain,
Your wazamagumpus is bent,You rub it in vain.
Try this you are told.
Try that, you once heard.
Give it rest, get moving,
Now the advice is getting absurd.
Then Mz. Rizio, your neighbour,
A wise woman and friend,
Said “Try physio, see Telma,
and all your misery will end.”
She’ll poke you and prod you,
Her tool box she’ll open
She’ll use what she’s got
And stop all your mopin’.
Give her a call.
You won’t be let down.
She’ll pick you right up
And get rid of your frown.