Dr. Johnson's Picture Cow

Got a sliver in my hand An' it hurt t' beat the band, An' got white around it, too; Then the first thing that I knew It was all swelled up, an' Pa Said: 'There's no use fussin', Ma, Jes' put on his coat an' hat; Doctor Johnson must see that.' I was scared an' yelled, because One time when the doctor was At our house he made me smell Something funny, an' I fell Fast asleep, an' when I woke Seemed like I was goin' t' choke; An' the folks who stood about Said I'd had my tonsils out. An' my throat felt awful sore An' I couldn't eat no more, An' it hurt me when I'd talk, An' they wouldn't let me walk. So when Pa said I must go To the doctor's, I said: 'No, I don't want to go to-night, 'Cause my hand will be all right.' Pa said: 'Take him, Ma,' an' so I jes' knew I had t' go. An' the doctor looked an' said: 'It is very sore an' red- Much too sore to touch at all. See that picture on the wall, That one over yonder, Bud, With the old cow in the mud? 'Once I owned a cow like that, Jes' as brown an' big an' fat, An' one day I pulled her tail An' she kicked an' knocked the pail Full o' milk clean over me.' Then I looked up there t' see His old cow above the couch, An' right then I hollered 'ouch.' 'Bud,' says he, 'what's wrong with you; Did the old cow kick you, too?' An' he laughed, an' Ma said: 'Son, Never mind, now, it's all done.' Pretty soon we came away An' my hand's all well to-day. But that's first time that I knew Picture cows could kick at you.