This is Billy's epic poem Tho' Rody calls it rhyme, Still both of them are worried When it's coughin' time. Rody does some talkin', Shows 'em how to cough, While Billy glowers about him Like he'd treat 'em rough. Rody tells 'em plainly His is the only plan, That other styles of coughin' May bust their diafram. Other styles of coughin' May make an awful muss, Spill their teeth or sumthin', Split their 'sophagus. There's just one way to stop 'em And that's to treat 'em rough, Sic the Swedes upon 'em 'Til they've had enuf. Homeopathic treatment Only makes 'em laff, What that bunch is needin' Is an osteopath. Work their spinal columns, Twist 'em by the neck, Punch 'em in the gizzards 'Til they are a wreck. They may kick a little, And be awful sore, But when their windbags busted They can't cough no more. |