Thoom seem fishy, yes
It's true but only a Thoom
Will heal till he's blue
Healing is my job
Paramedic told Dora
And then he healed her
Kevas, O Kevas
But where are you now, dear Thoom?
We need your healing
Pharazon is dead
Struck down by a Tree Giant
I will save him now
Wet, damp, and clammy
Are words to describe the Thoom
But man, can we heal
I hate Tree Giants
I must remove their splinters
From my poor patients
You know Argh the Thoom
Well, he's a healing machine
He knows his First Aid
Alas Poor Speedo
Was attacked by a Bolok
I applied Bactine(TM)
Morpheus fleeing
The wrath of angry Orga
Seeks out Thoom healing