Some years ago, when you were sore,
A doctor would call at your door.
And spend some time figuring out
What your complaint is all about.
But now, though it may sound appalling, -
I will try to set you wise -
No longer is medicine a calling,
It is a business enterprise.
A doctor's office is a place, where
With folks who cough, and moan, and sneeze,
While you sit, wondering where he is.
Finally he appears, and when
He'd spent with you but minutes ten,
Fearing malpractice insurance
That's clearly taxing his endurance,
He sends you to three specialists,
All good buddies from his list.
Yes, the “good old days” went by
When on house calls you'd rely...