YOU FUNNY IODINE
(To the tune of “My Darling Clementine”)
In the chest there, in the bathroom,
O’er the sink who’s faucets shine,
Stands a funny little bottle,
And we call it iodine.
Oh you funny, oh you funny,
Oh, you fun-ny iodine.
You don’t taste good like a cookie,
But for booboo’s you’re just fine.
You were taken, out to eat,
Just a little half past nine,
You were swallowed and made gone,
And my tummy it did whine.
Oh you funny, oh you funny,
Oh, you fun-ny iodine.
Next time I won’t touch you,
But will try the turpentine.