Distracted Druggist

 'A shilling's worth of quinine, please,'
 The customer demanded.

The druggist went down on his knees
 And from a cupboard handed
The waiting man a tiny flask:
 'Here, Sir, is what you ask.
'

The buyer paid and went away,
 The druggist rubbed his glasses,
Then sudden shouted in dismay:
 'Of all the silly asses!'
And out into the street he ran
 To catch the speeding man.


Cried he: 'That quinine that you bought,
 (Since all may errors make),
I find was definitely not,--
 I sold you strychnine by mistake.

Two shillings is its price, and so
 Another bob you owe.
'

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