Whattya think, Doc?
by Baxter Black
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Doc, I called you just as soon as I seen ol' Buck was sick. He's been a little poorly But he never missed a lick. Last winter he got picky And wouldn't eat his grain So I gave him Doctor Bell's; Tied garlic in his mane. Then several months ago When he started losin' weight I give him Copenhagen And a pound of catfish bait. He come down with the splatters And all his hair fell out! So I fed him Larramycin And Mother's sauerkraut. Then last week after ridin' He got stiff as pine! His navel needed smokin' So I used the turpentine. He went plum down on Sunday. His kidneys, so I guessed. I doctored up his water And tied him facing west. Last night I got to thinking. You were here two years ago. You gave him some concoction For a cough and runny nose. I wondered if your treatment, Which then improved his luck, Had later turned against him And poisoned my ol' Buck? |