goin’ was so rough,
So they had to run their chances and they called
on Doctor Pluff.
Doc he found old Irai groanin’ where they’d
laid him on the bed,
An’ he took his old black finger, rolled up Iral’s
lip an’ said,
“Hay-teeth worn; can’t chaw his vittles!
Vittles therefore disagree,
It’s as tough a case of colic as I think I ever