Dr. Goat
By Georgiana,
Copyright 1950 by Whitman Publishing Co.
Doctor Goat put on his coat.
And went out to make some calls.
He went to the house of a mouse with mumps;
He cured a frog who had the jumps.
He fixed a fox who suffered from measles.
He did the same for two small weasels.
Busy old Doctor Goat!
Then he warmed a worm whose tail was cold.
And felt the pulse of an elk who was old.
Pink pills for an owl with fuzz on his tongue;
Blue pills for a bat who was very high-strung.
Wonderful Doctor Goat!
He helped a beetle who had the croup.
He cured a chicken who couldn’t eat soup.
He gave a walrus a mustard plaster;
And saved a turtle from great disaster.
Hurrah for Doctor Goat!
Early one day in the month of May
The doctor got out of bed.
He felt his throat and then his head;
“I think I’m ill,” the doctor said.
“I must find a pill to fix my throat.”
Atchoo! Atchoo!
“Oh, what’ll I do? I gave my last pill to Grandmother Goat.”
Poor sick old Doctor Goat
Got into bed
With a cloth on his head,
And another around his throat.
For a whole long day
In the month of May
He slept, did Doctor Goat;
His bag on the floor
On the wall his coat.
While he slept his friends cam in;
They swept the floor neat as a pin;
They fixed the fire; they bought some food;
Then fondly brushed the shabby coat
Of tired old Doctor Goat.
And– the very next day
He was on his way.
Three cheers for Doctor Goat!
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