This is not a greeting card
A two dollar piece of art
It didn't come from the newsagent's shelf
I sat down and made it up myself
It's the least I could do
I'm worried about you
This isn't written bumpy writing
That flashes and flickers
Under fluorescent lighting
I scrawled it down on a scrap of paper
The words at first and then maybe later
I'll think up a tune
Don't get well soon
Get well now