Last he gave a mighty “plock”
Same’s he’d strike a choppin’ block,
When he’d set his ax an’ say,
“Wal, I guess that’s all to-day.”
Doctor got there quick’s he could,
—Said he couldn’t do no good.
Shock, ye know! It left things slim
When a man has worked like him.
“Hav’ to rest, I guess, a while,”
Posh said, with a crooked smile,