The vet
She got a tin of Terramycin
and a bottleful of dope,
a pint of penicillin
and a canny bit of hope.
The vet was optimistic-
he worked miracles before-
but the yow was quite determined
and she died at half past four.
The vet was very sad indeed,
he thought it might have lived
and was disappointed too
‘couse he charged me thirty quid.