When a full moon rises, strange things stir
My mind turns hazy, and my vision blurs
No! I’m not drunk, just a little uneasy
These plagues from the moon would make anyone queasy
And I’m no exception. In fact, I’m the worst
I haven’t the stomach for the full moon’s curse
I retch in a basket whenever I’m alone
I wipe off saliva and hear my stomach groan
But when the beeping starts again, I turn back around
Grab another pair of gloves and follow the sound
I know the moon is shining, somewhere far away
But I can feel her curse red hot, like the harsh light of day
I see all kinds of terror, things to make men scream
I see all kinds of horror, but this is no book’s scene
I have all kinds of crises, as I run shouting “WHY?!”
But you’ll never believe what I saw last night — I saw a doctor cry!
He wasn’t very old or young, or tall, or short, or fat
It was hard to notice him at all in the corner where he sat
But I came up slowly on him, and he was unaware
Oh, I hope he forgives my temerity; I couldn’t help but stare!
He was sitting in the darkest corner, sobbing silently
He had his hands cover his face so no one else could see
I didn’t know quite what to do; I’d never seen this mess
The full moon brings out all its stops, but this was by far the best
A crying doctor in the corner of a darkened hospital room
A doctor crying — what a sight! What was I supposed to do?
“I didn’t know!” he finally said. “I didn’t know what to do!
And they just wouldn’t listen, no. What a thing to put me through!”
He was crying because he didn’t know? Because he was just a man?
Well, that was something that I knew well. I could understand.
But I lacked the courage to approach him and let my thoughts be shared
So I slipped out silently, and he stayed unaware.