Who should come up the road one day But the doctor-man in his two-wheel shay! And he whoaed his horse and he cried “Ahoy! I have brought you folks a bow-leg boy!
Such a cute little boy! Such a funny little boy! Such a dear little bow-leg boy!” He took out his box and he opened it wide,
And there was the bow-leg boy inside! And when they saw that cunning little mite, They cried in a chorus expressive of delight: “What a cute little boy!
What a funny little boy! What a dear little bow-leg boy!” Observing a strict geometrical law, They cut out his panties with a circular saw;
Which gave such a stress to his oval stride That the people he met invariably cried: “What a cute little boy! What a funny little boy!
What a dear little bow-leg boy!” They gave him a wheel and away he went Speeding along to his heart's content; And he sits so straight and he pedals so strong
That the folks all say as he bowls along: “What a cute little boy! What a funny little boy! What a dear little bow-leg boy!”
With his eyes aflame and his cheeks aglow, He laughs “aha” and he laughs “oho”; And the world is filled and thrilled with the joy Of that jolly little human, the bow-leg boy —
The cute little boy! The funny little boy! The dear little bow-leg boy! If ever the doctor-man comes my way
With his wonderful box in his two-wheel shay, I'll ask for the treasure I'd fain possess — Now, honest Injun! can n't you guess? Why, a cute little boy —
A funny little boy — A dear little bow-leg boy!
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