Shiavault - a Vault of Shia Islamic Books Bilal's Bedtime Stories The Little Doctor A Little girl With godly curl To her mummy said she Doctor I want to be Let me see If doctor I want to be What must I have Thought the little brave A long white coat And a thing with knot On a dangling rope They call a stethoscope For action I must have injection A syringe with a needle In the middle A thermometer to measure Patient's temperature Some spirit cool And some cotton-wool Syrups, ointments and tabs Scissors, bandages and caps In my bag all there Ready to serve without fees To all I must be good Their pains I must soothe I do not care for fee To poor I will serve free Pains are bad And sufferings sad To the old I will care Mother's suffering I will share To the sick I will be meek Unhappiness I shall cure Doctor I will be for sure In my little heart There is this restless fire You may call it my desire That doctor be I must That in God I trust That to serve God And to please my Lord I must serve mankind Without looking behind Mother dear that day Will be my happy day WHEN DOCTOR I WILL BE To cure for the pleasure of God To serve mankind for my Lord Previous Next