WHEN NURSE COMES IN.

The stories sure are rich and rare, They'd strike you blind, they'd turn your hair, They're dark as coal down in the bin — Till Nurse comes in.

The language is an awful hue, Astreak with crimson shades and blue; ‘ Twould scorch a mammoth's leather skin — Till Nurse comes in.

Words run the gamut of the trench — They beat old Mustard Gas for stench, They rise with oscillating din — Till Nurse comes in.

The cussin's quaint and loud and strong, Imported stuff, that do n't belong In dictionaries fat or thin — Till Nurse comes in.

And then you'd be surprised to hear The change of pace, the shift o’ gear, The dainty tales that just begin — When Nurse comes in.