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Take a feller 'at's sick and laid up on the shelf, / All shaky, and ga'nted, and pore -- / Jes all so knocked out he can't handle hisself / With a stiff upper-lip any more; / Shet him up all alone in the gloom of a room / As dark as the tomb, and as grim, / And then take and send him some roses in bloom, / And you can have fun out o' him!
You've ketched him 'fore now -- when his liver was sound / And his appetite notched like a saw -- / A-mockin' you, mayby, fer romancin' round / With a big posy-bunch in yer paw; / But you ketch him, say, when his health is away, / And he's flat on his back in distress, / And _then_ you kin trot out yer little bokay / And not be insulted, I guess!