We like to feed on rotting flesh
To lick the suppurating sore
The body parts which we refresh
Are soon as fit as once before
If you are plagued by leaking pus
Or weeping sorely, call for us
What's bad is good, what's good is bad
Whenever we are out to lunch
And if you're purulent, we're glad
To offer solace with a munch
Our labours make you good as New
And happily, we're sterile too
