slack,
The stuff to put buckram right inter yer back,
The stuff that will limber and ile up yer j’ints,
Just trot out some cider and drink it by pints.
It ain’t got no patents—it helps you make hay
As it helped out our dads in their old-fashioned
way.
Molasses and ginger and water won’t do,
’Twill irrigate some, but it won’t see ye through.
And ice water’ll chill ye, and skim milk is durn