The other day a rusty pen got stuck
Away deep in her finger, and she held
Her poor, dear little hand up then and yelled
For me to hurry over there and suck
The poison out, and when I went I struck
My toe against the old man's cuspidor
And rolled about eight feet along the floor
Before I knew what happened, blame the luck!
When I set up and looked around, at last
That long-legged, homely clerk was there, and so
He had her finger in his mouth, and, oh,
I'll bet you I'd‘ a’ kicked him if I dast!
I never seen the beat the way things go
When there's a chance for me to stand a show.