Talking the Fire Out
Before there was pain meds
Before the ER had been abused
There were healers who freely gave their
Time and gifts to those in need
If a child had a bad burn
Call Mrs. Azzie and she could
Talk the fire out of the burn
She mumbled and talked real soft
Until the child went to sleep
Then slept like a log, all night
Unbelievers, here and see
**Just FYI--Mrs. Azzie also had a cure
Potion in her bag for all your
ailments, it's called working the roots
Potions made of various roots
Yellow root, sassafrass and other
root teas, many I don't even want to know
What they are, the smells are vicious enough!!
I think she came from a witch doctor heritage.
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