"Now let me eshk you doketor;
You shoore I'fe got dot righd?
Ish your name Dr. Vriederick Sholtz?"
Hee yelt mit oll hees mighd.
I doght dot men was crazy—
Oar meppy he vas dight.
I sed, "Yaas—'tvas Doketor Vriederick Sholtz,
Vat you vant dese dime off nighd?"
Und I vas zo oxtonished,
Bud de naixt dings vat I hear,
Ven dot failer dold me, "Doketor,
How long hev you leefed hier?"
Un den I vas oxcited,
I felt yooust like a row;
I sed, "I'fe leefed hier dwendy years:
Vat you vant, ainyhow?"
Dot men he vas a villane,
Und dot's yoost vat I kin brove;
He singed oud to me lowdly,
"Vat's de reason you dond moofe?"
I run down dru de shdairvay,
Und oud into de shdreed;
Bud I only hurt de bavemends
Klattering fashd agenshd hees feed.
I reely dink sooch ekshuns
Shoot not be oferlooked;
Of I kood kaitch dot failer—
Py cosh, hees coose vas kooked!
Now I vood say doo de doketors,
Yoost pefore id vas doo late,
Dond naifer loose your batients,
Und you'll suckseed fushtrate.
No metter vots de reason,
You naifer shood get vexed;
You may loose your bay in dese vorldt,
Bud you'll get id in de next.
George M. Warren.