Stitch in Time.

T'was Christmas day in the flop house,
fleas and bugs had started to bite,
the inmates were itching and scratching,
they were in for a very rough night.

Living among the dregs of humanity
was a man, fallen on very hard times,
loan sharks had reduced his circumstances,
he was close to funeral bell times.

Growing slowly inside his stomach
a monster tumour was causing great pain,
a surgeon had told him "I'll operate
but I think it will all be in vain."

The operation was carried out in the morning,
it lasted all day into night,
the old man woke as they were stitching,
he said "Don't pull on that cotton too tight."

The nurse, who was a dear old soul
cried, "Worry not you poor old man
there's not a soul in this hospital,
that sews up better than I can."

Gradually the old man got better,
his fortunes started to stop getting worse
as soon as he left the hospital,
he went off and married the nurse.

Married a few years and several weeks,
one day he said to his dear old dutch,
"I think you ought to remove them stitches.
They ain't half hurting my crutch.