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