| When folks are feeling blithe and gay,
With ne'er an ache or pain, They gad about the house all day And chant this old refrain: "The doctor is a useless wight, His medicine a fake; He doses me with aconite To cure the stomach ache. "Now there was Uncle Hiram's kid, Whose name was Ezra Stout, He had the measles, so he did, But wouldn't blossom out. "They sent for Dr. So-and-So Who diagnosed the case As rheumatiz and vertigo And dropsy of the face. "And then he sent an awful bill Which showed he had the cheek___ I never have one when I'm ill My faith in them is weak." But when folks get to feeling blue And have to go to bed, With maybe just a chill or two And dizzy in the head___ They swear they have the grip or bots Or other fatal ills And send right off for Dr. Watts To come and feed them pills. |
Verdigris Valley Verse
Albert Stroud
(Coffeyville, Kansas: The Journal Press. 1917)
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