Who's a Little Leech? (Dr. Lymer, Emily)

A superior creature! A gift from the Gods to the mad The desperate Deathly despondent Disgustingly sad Disappointed and down on their luck Whose distinguishing feature And why I am protectively clad Is, no, not the three sets of teeth That can pierce the hide Of an African elephant Rather more relevant Is the magnificent Truly spectacular Marvelous Hardly believable And unachievable By any other conceivable parasite- The unearthly ability to simply suck Who's a darling? Who's a dear? Who's a little blind? But you never mind For your papa is here Who's a little miracle And proof empirical Of Heaven above? Who's a little leech? Who's a little peach? Who's a little love? Look! Some luscious juicy veins Take a little bite Whatever will delight All your 32 brains Who's a little sanguivorously carnivorous? Please don't bite my glove! Who's a little leech? Who's a little peach? Who's a little love? Wiggle wiggle wiggle Willingly and rather thrillingly I watch you writhing as you wait Wanting only what you so rightly deserve Man! Won't you hold her down more tightly! I might have hit some sort of nerve No, no, wait! Get the plate! Bless my soul grab the bowl And the salt What is that for? Stop! You're killing it! Goddamn you You're spilling it! She is most particularly Filled with demon blood The cause of every ill Let's bleed the bitch until She's drained of every bloody drop There we are Jar Who's a wondrous little worm? Here's a fleshy slice Doesn't that look nice? Oh you're sweet when you squirm Isn't it divine That what you like to dine upon Is what we've got plenty of? Who's a little leech? Who's a little peach? Who's a little love? Wiggle woo You are exotic! And aquatic Did you know they're imported from France? Fancy fancy France Fancy France Once they were British The Queen's royal subjects But nobody objects to foreign romance Still although they're hermaphrodites Self reproducible Supply can't keep up with demand Now her hand Thus I felt it was right That I make them reusable Servant! The scissors Now watch This is grand When she's pliant and pale And he's full to exceeding I cut off his tail So that he can keep feeding And feeding and feeding And feeding and feeding And she can keep bleeding And bleeding and bleeding And yes! Yes! Yes! Who's a darling? Who's a dear? Utterly humane Friend to the insane From Ophelia to King Lear And if you could speak I'd surely hear you squeak 'Dear, Doctor Lymer, I love you too!' Who's a little leech? Here's a little clue- Who's a little peach? It's a little you! Who's a little diamond Slithery and slimy Dearest little dove? Who's a little love? You might feel a little pinch