With a shriek of "Give me poison!"
He ransacks his corner cupboards,
Finding naught but beer and ink there,
Frenzied, rushes out to Hubbard's.
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Fainting, weak, he gains the counter,
Where he quaffs a sparkling mixture,
While he cries with exultation,
"False Eliza Ann, I've fixed yer."
Ask you why Augustus Dooley
Rose superior to his bothers?
'Cause he swallowed a yeast powder
Manufactured by Twin Brothers.
MORAL.
Gentle reader, use no other;
It's efficient, it is cheap, it
Saves your labor and your money,
And all first-class druggists keep it.