Bones
Said Mr. Smith, 'I really cannot
Tell you, Dr. Jones’
The most peculiar pain I’m in’
I think it’s in my bones.'
Said Dr. Jones, 'Oh, Mr. Smith,
That’s 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.
