Whenever there`s a bite
A wound that goes in deep
Ledum comes to mind
A useful remedy
Punctures aren`t the only thing
For which he does apply
Rheumatism, alcoholism
A puffy, bloated guy
All this booze he`s drinking
Is bound to cause some gout
His sour disposition
No one would brag about
Broken down by alcohol
Living life alone
He`s absolutely chilly
But so prefers the cold
I guess it helps his achy limb
Helps the surly state he`s in
Arthritic, chilly, cranky guy
Ledum`s life, no cherry pie.
(From Materia Poetica)
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