One Great Discovery

Your heart is not at the right place Where your heart is Lies a source of disease Said the doctor with a long face. You say of late you’re losing energy Cold, cough, sneeze is on the rise As to the cause of this persisting allergy I’m left with no surprise. For good reasons is said Man shapes his own destiny Go forward and have it made Set those poor ones free. If I had my way I would have pulled his hair But just managed to say This is so unfair. What damage those poor things can do Other than giving good company And I don’t believe it to be true They are the cause of my agony. Just because they can’t protest Winged but still left lame The doctor finds it best To shift on them the blame. Behind specs his eyes shone His lips quivered in glee As if he had chanced upon One great discovery. If only you earnestly wish The prospect you truly fathom Can find yourself a cure for disease In exchange of their freedom.