Vexatious

What wondrous days indeed are the When science shows a liglit On any pathway that you please, That y ou may turn arightl Yet life is filled with terrora new. The hours grow dull and long. For everything you care to do, The doctor says, is wrong. Who tries to warble ís forbld Lest germs attack his throat. The dancer's prowess must be hid, Though he may screech a note. Who diñes in carelessness complete 13 tempted by the throng, But he who likes to may not eat. The doctor says it's wrong. You shun the water, sparkling fair Lest foes lurk there disguised. You mustn't breathe unless the air Has been well analyzed. Thoughtless you turn, as is your wont, With an affection strong, To kiss your baby. But you don't. The doctor says it's wrong.