On a hummock by the lakeÂ
Stands the home of Doctor Drake,Â
Poor old doctor, how he works!Â
Week by week he never shirks.
Pulling teeth for quinea-fowl,Â
Soothing puppies when they howl,Â
Whittling out a hickory peg,Â
For a gander’s broken leg,Â
Giving medicine away,Â
About a hundred times a day.
Linseed oil and elder-barkÂ
To a croaking meadowlark.
Nasty, bitter yarrow-tea,
To a tipsy bumble-bee,Â
A poultice made of plantain leavesÂ
To cure a rabbit with the heaves.Â
Fever, colic, cramp, or stitch,
Kitten-croup or beaver’s-itch,Â
Any kind of pain or ache,
Is cured by dear, old Doctor Drake.