Jimmy! How you feelin'?
Here's an apple, Jim, frum Ted,
Poor ole Rover's ben a-squealin'
Fer you sence you ben in bed,
All the gang is in a hurry
Fer you to get out agin,
They sent word, Jim, not to
Bill sez grit yer teeth an' grin.
Will we play ball?
Well, you bet you!
You'll get strong an' jist be fine,
We'll be doggone glad to get
You're still captain uv the nine.
Circus comin' an' it's sure
That you're go'n' to go an' see;
That un last week wus a poor
It wus bum ez it cud be.
ben a-doin'? Listen --
It's ben too darn cold to swim.
Fishin'? Naw, you ain't ben
Hardly nothin'; honest, Jim,
Don't feel bad. I'll
bet a dollar
You'll be out soon feelin' great,
When you're well, gee! won't
Bet yer life, Jim! you jist wait.