When Temperence Potts developed phossy jaw Sister Erma
had to put her to bed in a squeezed bonnet



Strycken with pestilence, we suffered fearful torture
and sounded sonorous complaynt




Sister plied a clear brothe but Temperence refused to drinck




We prayed a psalm of mercy while the sicke one grimly writhed




But sallow Temperence only stared round, and repeated some
gibberish that nobody could understand




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