I sit and wait and read a book.
Then Doctor says, “Let’s have a look.”
He measures me and taps my knees,
Looks in my nose to find a sneeze,
Peers in my ears with his small light
To see if they were washed last night.
His stethoscope is tickly cold—
One end to hear, one end to hold.
He listens to my back and chest.
Now comes the part I like the best:
He says, “You’ll be a big boy soon!”
Then gives to me a red balloon.