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Show I Uncle Wait Poet PWiVjf , THI 8E0BBT Of HEALTH. ' . Mr health la out of sight: I'm always feeilng rignt; with joyous apt! I kick my heels, and dance br day and atrht. 1 take no pale green pills or any kind ( ilia; and ao escape a wreath of crap and sidestep doctors bill a. I shun the fad-dlaia' fad-dlaia' talk; I at no grated chalk; I hit no can of grated bran or shredded cabbage cab-bage stalk. I dodge th patent foods and prt-dtgentetl goods, and oatmeal caxe and oilier fake of Dr. Hutchl woods. My stomach la my friend, and wilt be to tha end: It treats nrie fair and I'll be square, and no Junk to It send. Don't feed your stomach hay. don't nil It full of whay. but feeil tt steaks and frosted cakes your appetite oi-ey. Ah. ma, I'd rathar die than rive up raisin pie! And all tha schemes the doctor dreams I don't Intend to try. The g-ol old ancient seers! They I lived eight hundred veers! They used to I eat a'l kinds of meat and huh and : roast in' ears! Convrlsht. Itll. by Qeonte Mi"irw -A ilsma |