Doctor Pott lived up one pair, And reach'd his room by a comical stair! Like all M.D's, He pocketed fees As quick as he could, As doctors should! And rented a knocker near Bloomsbury Square. Tib his rib was not wery young, Wery short, wery tall., Wery fair vithal; But she had a tongue Wery pat, wery glib For a snow-white fib, And wery veil hung! “You shan't sing another line, that you shan't, Brutus!” vociferated Mrs. Muff. But the Cockney Roman, undaunted and vocal, went on singing, Says Doctor Peter Pott, “As I know vhat's vhat, My anti-nervous patent pill on Tib my rib I'll try; If Mrs. P. vill svallow, if dissolution follow, And she should kick the bucket, I'm sure I shan't cry!” “Where could he have learned such a rubbishing song? A man, too, after pa's own heart!” sighed Mrs. Muff. Mr. Muff.-- And vel the doctor knew that a leer par les deux yeux Mrs. Pott vithstand could not, vhen shot from Peter's eye; So presently plump at her he opes his organic battery, And said the pill it vouldnt kill, no, not a little fly! “Have you no compassion for my poor nerves?” remonstrated Mrs. Muff, pathetically. “None vhatsumdever,” replied the stoical Brutus. “Vhat compassion have you ever had for mine?” “Besides,” said he, “I svear, d'ye see, By the goods and chattels of Doctor P. By my vig and my cane. Brass knocker and bell, And the cab in vhich I cut such a svell, That a single pill (a pill, by the by, Is a dose!) if Mrs. Pott vill try, Of gout and phthisic she'll newer complain, And never vant to take physic again.” Down it slid, And she newer did! (The Doctor vith laughing was like to burst!) For this wery good reason--it finish'd her first! “I'll send,” cried Mrs. Flumgarten, furiously, “for one of the L division.” “You may send to Old Nick for one of the L division!” shouted the valiant Mr. Muff, aspirating with particular emphasis the letter L. “Here I lays, Teddy O'Blaize, (Singing) And my body quite at its aise is; Vith the tip of my nose and the tops of my toes Turn'd up to the roots of the daisies!