Limpy-dimpy-dingle
Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid would stray
To the trap that had been set for weasels, many a day,
Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid walked in,
And the trap its teeth shut up, on chicky-biddy's shin.
Limpy-dimpy-dingle, chicky-bid is brought,
And her leg, so sore and big, we bathe with water hot.
Limpy-dimpy-dingle, here's a broken bone,
All so rough,--but close enough we bring the ends, right soon.
Limpy-dimpy-dingle, strips of paste-board cut,
We will place with care and grace, from thigh to trembling foot
Limpy-dimpy-dingle, softest cotton, too,
Just within the paste-board thin, to fit around so true.
Limpy-dimpy-dingle, now with tape or band,
Neatly wind, and closely bind, with deft and skillful hand.
Limpy-dimpy-dingle, nature'll do the rest,
And soon will knit the bone to fit, as good as very best.