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!