Bottles and blisters, powders and pills,
Catnip, boneset, sirups, and squills;
Drugs and medicines, high and low,
I threw them as far as I could throw.
"What are you doing?" my patient cried;
"Frightening Death," I coolly replied.
"You are crazy!" a visitor said:
I flung a bottle at his head.
V.
Deacon Rogers he came to me;