George Holcomb Prosser Collection
3 My Sister's Boy


My sister's boy had grown quite big,
     It really was a wonder. '
Cause as a kid he'd worried folks
     And was afraid of thunder.

He'd ne'er been sick in all his life,
     Altho they'd cause to fret
For as a child he'd eaten tacks
     And other things you bet,

And he was dumb, when he was sore,
     His mind just wouldn't work
If he was crossed or driven hard,
     And small chores he would shirk.

Well, it was Spring, the birds were back,
     The sap was in the buds,
But Johnnie's rations didn't rate.
     His mother first tried suds.

Well bathing didn't help the boy,
     In fact he fell away.
And Sis was worried half to death,
     And knew not what to say.

I looked John over and prescribed,
      To see a doctor quick!
But when his mother broke the news .
       He was no longer sick.

His appetite was still low par
      His mother called the Doc
Then said, "I'm going out today
      To see about a frock."

"Be in the officer at 1:00 sharp,
     Here is some money too,
So get your dinner uptown then,
      And I'll come after you."

What Doc prescribes you'll have to get
     And take it, that I vow,
So, wash your neck and shine your shoes,
      I must be going now."

John didn't like the doctor much,
     But sulled up like a toad,
And thot of playing with the boys ,
     Beside the busy road,

His mother called the doctor up,
     Conversed with him at length,

And they agreed on what it took

     To bring back Johnnie's strength.


The doctor wrote down calcium

      And B1 did prescribe,

Then handed him two written notes

      To help fill out his hide.


"You'll eat these after dinner,
      Son I'm sure you'll be all right,

Don't play too hard and don't get wet
      And don't stay up at night."


The boy went out to get his meal,
       She picked him up at 2:00

He had no box or packages,
      That any body knew.


She questioned him about his trip,
       Where were his prescribed pills?

What did Doc -say? what did he do,
       To free him from his ills?


The boy was mute as well as mad

       But finally did admit,
He hadn't had the 'scriptions filled!

      "Heck, no one could read it!"


May 6, 1941
G. H. Prosser