The doctor leaned tenderly over the bed And looked at the patient 's complexion, And felt of the pulse and the feverish head, Then stood for a time in reflection. "A strange complication! My recommendation Is morphia by hypodermic injection."
The patient looked up with a leer in his eye And winked in the doctor's direction -- "Well, Doc," he remarked, "since you say I must die, I'm grateful to you for protection -- I'm now in position To ask the commission T' excuse me from serving as judge of election. "
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