One evening, my father said My son I’m dying and soon I’ll be gone But before my final farewell Hear me. And hear me well Do whatever you want to do Have a plan or roll the dice But one thing is strictly taboo Please, follow my advice
If you google “cough” and “diagnosis“ You have got tuberculosis And if you google “fever and red” You’ve got Ebola and soon will be dead And if you google “I’ve a runny nose” It’s CSF. Your brain is leaking juice! And if you google itch and prognosis Anaphylactic chock or psychosis
So this is what I heard my father say And then he closed his eyes and passed away The autopsy report was very clear Death from hypochondriac fear Which is custom When you google Your symptoms
Never google your symptoms The hit list is never awesome Pain in your left arm? Heart attack alarm! Do you feel a little weak? Yes, You’ve got ALS! If you have a slight anemia You’ve got leukemia! Are you a little crazy? You’ve got ADHD So never, ever google Your symptoms
