Disease

The little red spot wouldn't go away It decided to grow and grow and grow I found it in March, but waited 'till May I was a fool I know I know The red spot became two, then three, then four before I knew it, I was weak and pale I thought I had the flu, but it was so much more My doctor was worried, told me I was as dead as a snail Too little, too late, if only I knew Go to my doctor, as soon as it grew