Und anoder vailer dold me,
"Shoost valk you ride avay;
You got dot oll vat's due you
Ven comes de shoodgment-tay."
I eshked vone men vor hees sheck,
Id vas yoost pefore hees deadth;
But I vound he hadn't no dime,
He vas drawing hees lasht breadth.
Und I found dish vash de drubble—
Een my kase ainy vay—
De beeple vot I doketored
Heddent cents enoff to bay.
You'f hurt dot goot old sayink,
Verein dot goot pook says—
I dink id combs out desewise—
"Soam rools ken vork bote vays."
Und so it ess mit de doketor;
Of he eshkt a man to bay,
Und he tails him, "I ken't do id,"
Hees shoor to die dot day.
I vent beck to my offus,
Veeling dired dru und dru;
Und togedder mit dese drubble
I vash med and shleeby doo.
I lade down on de sofy,
Und dried to haive a shnooze;
Bud een a doketors' offus,
Dot didn't vas no youse.
I hurt soam kolling, "Doketor!"
Und I run ub do my shbout,
Und dese vords vent his ears down:
"Vat's de metter mit your mout?"
Und den dot failer holleret,—
Hees woice vas shdrong und glear,
Und dese vords vent de shpout oop,—
"Dooce Dr. Sholtz leve hier?"
Und gwickly beck my an-swear
Dot shbout vas goin dro:
"Dr. Sholtz, dot vas my name, sir,
Vat vood you hev me doo?"