Ngaire had a little bag, it wasn’t hard to find
Cos everywhere that Ngaire went, her bag was right behind.
Her bag contained the bottles, for her blood and guts to flow,
The drainage tubes revealing all, As if you’d like to know.
Her boys kept saying “Bye” as she walked round like a ghost,
Her bag upon her shoulder, looking truly gross.
It’s better out than in they say, and so the fluids drip,
But hurry up you bloody drains, you’re giving me the pip!