Tiny bubbles, early in the morn,
In my antibiotics, make me forlorn.
Tiny bubbles, make me cringe all over,
Change my tubing or I'm gonna, run you till your weary and worn.
Here's to the Huntsman Med staff, and the patients next door,
Bottoms up from my meal-in-a-bag, so I don't spew on the floor.
Tiny bubbles, in the line,
Make me unhappy, make we want to whine.
Tiny bubbles, causing many alarms,
With a beeping that is gonna, annoy till the end of time.
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