Little brown mole, little brown mole In my arm there's now a hole You naughty thing you melanoma I want to kill you, not to grow ya! You were black like many freckles I am already covered in spots and speckles You seemed benign for many years Then the doctor said, "You're outta here!" I have fear of you, but you fear the knife You're out now and not ruining my life I am happy I went for my yearly check To stop you in your tracks, Oh heck! So on with life and lots of sunscreen Avoiding sun more than I've ever been I'll be eating better and taking care You melanoma you better beware!
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I like this, very clever