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.