THE BUMPS AND BRUISES DOCTOR

By Edgar Albert Guest

I'm the bumps and bruises doctor;

I'm the expert that they seek

When their rough and tumble playing

Leaves a scar on leg or cheek.

I'm the rapid, certain curer

For the wounds of every fall;

I'm the pain eradicator;

I can always heal them all.

Bumps on little people's foreheads

I can quickly smooth away;

I take splinters out of fingers

Without very much delay.

Little sorrows I can banish

With the magic of my touch;

I can fix a bruise that's dreadful

So it is n't hurting much.

I'm the bumps and bruises doctor,

And I answer every call,

And my fee is very simple,

Just a kiss, and that is all.

And I'm sitting here and wishing

In the years that are to be,

When they face life's real troubles

That they'll bring them all to me.