Their centre is called Green Hills
And contains foreboding ills
So many they try to treat
And never acknowledge defeat
They're always working hard
Even though they've been debarred
General Surgery's good with a knife
But forgets it could mean a life
Psychiatry probes the mind
Mostly there's nothing to find
Tropical Medicine tries to think
But is overly fond of a drink
Come inside now that's been said
It's time you had your neurons fed
If it's a laugh you're looking for
We can exercise your jaw
We can brighten up your day
And make you giggle all the way.
This website is a tongue-in-cheek tribute to these selfless heroines who have devoted their lives to running a psychiatric rehabilitation centre, sacrificing pleasurable pursuits in the course of their quest. These dedicated women band together at the Green Hills Psychiatric Centre, a centre that grows in demand in housing those citizens of our society who have become outcasts due to their rabid beliefs. Mental illness is rampant in both the residents and staff, differing only in degree.
Rehabilitation of the residents and inpatients is continually disrupted with professorial staff having their attention diverted by the cunning antics of the conspirators in their fanatical attempts to communicate with others outside the Centre. Laundry staff and villagers alike provoke chaos and are currently running the risk of shortened life spans.
An absorbing fantasy within.