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.