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.



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