I try to stick with you most of the time, Dick, but I must say that if you find that "trite," then you sound like a bloke with no soul...

Here's one that was written over a decade ago by children's author and socialist Michael Rosen for the 60th anniversary of the NHS. I first read it in my trade union magazine last May, when I had to spend a night in hospital, looked after wonderfully by fearful nurses and doctors after their first two months of hell:

These are the hands, by Michael Rosen

These are the hands
That touch us first
Feel your head
Find the pulse
And make your bed.

These are the hands
That tap your back
Test the skin
Hold your arm
Wheel the bin
Change the bulb
Fix the drip
Pour the jug
Replace your hip.

These are the hands
That fill the bath
Mop the floor
Flick the switch
Soothe the sore
Burn the swabs
Give us a jab
Throw out sharps
Design the lab.

And these are the hands
That stop the leaks
Empty the pan
Wipe the pipes
Carry the can
Clamp the veins
Make the cast
Log the dose
And touch us last.