Said Mr. Smith, I really cannot
Tell you, Dr. Jones
The most peculiar pain Im in
I think its in my bones.
Said Dr. Jones, Oh, Mr. Smith,
Thats nothing. Without doubt
We have a simple cure for that;
It is to take them out.
He laid forthwith poor Mr. Smith
Close-clamped upon the table,
And, cold as stone, took out his bones
As fast as he was able.
Smith said, Thank you, thank you, thank you,
And wished him a good-day;
And with his parcel neath his arm
He slowly moved away.
