Poor Benny Bunny was out of sorts

In the face of dreadful school reports

“You must do better” Mrs Bunny said,

To which Benny could only shake his head

“It ain’t my fault, I feel well abused

“I can’t help it if I get confused

“I will try my best but I can tell

Something’s wrong, I am not feeling well”

“Mmm” said his mother, “We shall soon see,

“I’m taking you to see Doctor C”

So off they hopped into their car

And drove to the rocks where the rapids are

To Doc Cod’s surgery (far from the sea,

How does he manage? Don’t ask me!)

The kindly doc looked over his glasses

“Now, young Ben, What’s wrong with your classes?”

“I get confused about all those numbers,

“I worry so it upsets my slumbers”

“Yes, but before I can find a cause

“Count up for me upon your paws”

“Um, 1 and 2, 7, 6 and then….

“….er…9, 5. 8, 3 and then comes 10?”

“Now I know, it is quite clear to me

“The dire nature of your malady…

“What might be my diagnosis?

“Clearly, you have Mixupyertoeses”