A jolly day, walking with your umbrella in your hand
Suddenly, you find your umbrella on the sand
You wonder if you’ve just been had by a crook
It’s no crook dear sir, you’re just having a stroke.
Talking to your family, you try to utter a word
Though excited, you find your speech is slurred
They all laugh trying to join in the joke
It’s no joke dear sir, you’re having a stroke.
Walking to the bathroom , you suddenly fall
Unable to move forward or utter a call
You lie wondering on the floor made of oak
It’s no mystery dear sir, you’re having a stroke.
Smiling in the mirror one day, you’re feeling glad
You can’t help but notice your mouth is bent to the side
As you contemplate this new interesting look
You may want to know dear sir, you’re having a stroke.