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Show THE RITIS BROTHERS Arthur had been searching, 'twas years and years ago; To find his brother Ritis, who he didn't really know. He traveled from the east coast; then lander near the bay, But finally found his brother who was in the park one day. He threw his arms around him, says Ritis, "how's your pain?" Said he, "let's work together." So Arthritis is their name. Many prominent people, who are known for wealth and fame; Got acquainted with these brothers, but didn't like their names. These brothers are so clever, when once tiiey get inside; They never ever leave you until the day you die. They travel up your muscles; make your legs and knees so lame These brothers are so hard on you that you'll never be the same. The doctors say take aspirin, yes, ten or twelve a day; But these guys called Arthritis stay with you any way. If your knees and legs get better, your shoulders start to ache, And when you try to lace your shoes you feel your back will break. Your joints swell up, your spine gets curved, And your whole darned system is a bunch of nerves. So devoted are these brothers that they're never found apart; They travel round your shoulder blade and sometimes reach the heart; You get up in the morning to work just seems in vain, For you don't get any better, you just remain the same. The days seem sad and lonely; sometimes you cry and moan. These boys have reached the limit for they've got into the bone. They cripple up your body, then make you work for less, Till it takes most all that you have made to pay the SOS. And then at night when you go to bed, you cannot get to sleep; So you take another aspirin, for the stuff's got in your feet. I hope some day these brothers will be stranded all alone; Then the name of Arthritis will never more be known. MAE S. CHILD |