A Man in the Blue Box

O Doctor

I need your help

 

I can’t reach you

But give it a few

And it will fly right to the pew

 

You’re up in space

Probably tying your shoelace

Before coming to save the human race

 

You live in that blue box

And prance around like a fox

Until someone knocks

 

And says

 

O Doctor

We need our man in the blue box

 

But what can a man do

One who looks so blue?

If only you had a clue

 

We don’t care

If you think this is fair

We just want you to answer our prayer

 

You’re not just a man

You’ve had too many lifespans

One day you’ll hit the can

 

But for now

 

O Doctor

Be our madman in your blue box

 

O Doctor

Be unorthodox

 

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