Dear
Doctor – I’m afraid I’ve got
The fishing fever bad;
If
you can send a cure by mail
I shall be very glad.
I
cannot eat or sleep or work,
My pulse is high and stout;
Is
there not something I can take
To drive this fever out?
Dear
Patient – try to patient be –
I herewith send a cure;
And
if you follow every word
‘Twill stop your fever sure.
“Go
to the country fish all day,
Take not a thing to eat;
Fall
in, get wet, tear clothe, no fish,
Black flies, swear, cure complete.”
May
28, ‘99
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