Maveric

Maveric Prowles

Had Rumbling Bowles

That thundered in the night.

It shook the bedrooms all around

And gave the folks a fright.

The doctor called;

He was appalled

When through his stethoscope

He heard the sound of a baying hound,

And the acrid smell of smoke.

Was there a cure?

'The higher the fewer'

The learned doctor said,

Then turned poor Maveric inside out

And stood him on his head.

'Just as I thought

You've been and caught

An Asiatic flu -

You musn't go near dogs I fear

Unless they come near you.'

Poor Maveric cried.

He went cross-eyed,

His legs went green and blue.

The doctor hit him with a club

And charged him one and two.

And so my friend

This is the end,

A warning to the few:

Stay clear of doctors to the end

Or they'll get rid of you.