Host:
Rob Marnell, you have a collect call from...
Me: *in a thin, high voice* Erin Montparnasse.
Rob Marnell
Why did I call? Would
You like to know why?
Here me cough--egh!
I have to tell you
I am going to die!
Make A Wish
They told me I could ask
For one thing and they'd grant my plea!
And so I asked those nice folks if
You could marry me!
No, don't hang up!
It will not be long.
They tell me that
In one month, I'll be gone.
Think of me
Think of me dying
Coughing all alone--egh!
What was that?
You want my doctor
To come to the phone?
Here she is:
*in a much lower voice*
Why hello, Rob Marnell
Yes sir, it's true,
Yes, ev'ry word!
*high voice* What was that?
You say you'll do it?
*normal voice*
In one month I'm cured.
Disclaimer: Once again, the intention was not to be cruel. I respect Make A Wish, don't think kids with incurable diseases are funny, and am not a stalker. And if I was, I can think of people I'd rather stalk than Rob Marnell. Once again, the song was meant as a joke.