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 yew was quite determined
and she died at half past four.
The vet was very sad indeed,
he thought it might have lived
and I was disappointed too
‘couse he charged me thirty quid.