Ft. Lauderdale, Fl USA
They aren't too high on heroes in the town of Willow Springs,
Too busy farming, raising corn and spuds and beans and things
But they hold their hat to the U.S. flag and Lady Liberty
And, on rainy nights, they sing the praise of Dr. Ben McGee.
The doctor was a common man, which made him something rare.
No Cadillacs, no eight room house, no high or fancy air;
Just a simple man to understand the needs of men was he
Yet no hallowed saint was revered more than Dr. Ben McGee.
They recall the night in '52 when Grayson's youngest, Jill
Came down with pain that tortured her with fever and with chilling
Cold that racked her frail body as she moaned in agony
And would have died had it not been for Dr. Ben McGee.
Within a wink the town had gathered 'round that little house,
Peering through the windows along with Grayson and his spouse.
They saw young Jill lie pale and still within her agony
And, at the bed, they saw the head of Dr. Ben McGee.
Upon arrival, he'd made, with a flair they'd never seen
A sign he posted on the door that spelled out QUARANTINE.
"You folks just wait outside", he'd said, "and put your faith in me"
"This is a case", he smiled, "for God and Dr. Ben McGee."
The townfolk all looked in as he examined her with care,
Their mouths formed little "o"'s because they saw a furious glare
Transfix itself upon the features of their Dr. Ben;
He gave a yell to waken Hell and clenched his teeth and then .....
He grabbed every potion he had in his case
While wiping the forehead of Jill's fevered face
And bellowed at Satan to die in last place
And, with something like voodoo ...
He rattled and shook and got down on his knees
While screaming and cursing at that damned disease
And the rafters were shaking like leaves in the breeze
By the time that he got through.
Three days and nights they watched him as he worked at fever pace,
Beads of sweat cascading freely down his weary face
And, just when they had thought he'd reached the end of Life's short line,
He stepped out and, with trembling hand, tore down the wretched sign.
"You saved her life", old Grayson told him at the bedroom door,
"But we don't have much 'cause we're broke. We always been dirt poor."
Ben looked from Grayson to the bed where his young daughter lay
And smiled at him and said, "Forget it, Grayson. I've been paid."
"I'm going to an empty house - one set of silverware,
And here you got a lovely wife and family who cares.
Don't ever let a lack of money cause you any grievin'
Have me over to eat sometime and we can call it even."
They don't have many heroes in the town of Willow Springs
And bells don't toll for many, nor do herald angels sing,
But three statues stand in Central Park for all the world to see -
George Washington and Harry S. and Dr. Ben McGee.