Poem April 20, 1899 Issue

When Pa Gets Sick

Boston Courier

When pa gets sick he always knows
He's gonter die and Tommy goes
For Dr. Quack, and 'fore he 'rives
I'm hurried off for Dr. Ives,
And ma and Bess and auntie, too,
For liniments and gruels go,
And plasters and the warming brick
And everything, when pa gets sick.

Not one of us is 'lowed to play,
The baby's sent across the way,
The 'pothecary's boy's about
The hull time runnin' in and out.
The house so with his groans is filled
Folks stop to ask who's gettin' killed,
And misery is piled on thick
For every one, when pa gets sick.

We never have no table set,
Cold vittles is the best we get,
For cook is busy to the brim
Contrivin' dainty things for him,
And, studyin' of it in my mind,
I'm good deal more'n half inclined
To think—although I dassent kick—
We suffer most when pa gets sick.

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