Round the fountain.

Date:
1909
Catalogue details

Licence: In copyright

Credit: Round the fountain. Source: Wellcome Collection.

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    THE DOCTOR. A Doctor is a man who is everybody’s man— He never seems to have a moment’s rest. His system often feels the want of several meals ; He’s forgotten how to get undressed. He’s out about all day, and he’s up full half the night, He’s supposed to know all things beneath the sun. He’s a “ Whiteley ” and a “ Quain,” With an automatic brain, And a British Museum in one— In one ; A universal everything in one. Chorus. Send for the Doctor, dearest! Don’t be a bit afraid— We shan’t get his bill till Christmas-time, When he probably won’t get paid. My dear ! Send for the Doctor, dearest! Tell him to come here straight ; We shall have to pay the baker. And perhaps the bonnet-maker ; But the Doctor can very well wait, My dear ! I’ve a notion he’ll have to wait.
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