Part 1 — INOCULATION DAY
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My blood the surgeons fortify With antiseptic serum; The dread bacilli I defy, What cause have I to fear 'em? We form outside the pest-house door At one o'clock precisely, But if we get our dose at four We think we're doing nicely. And in our arm the surgeon stabs A hypodermic squirter, E'en as the hungry hobo jabs His fork in a frankfurter. I'm full of dope for smallpox germs, For typhus and such evils, For broken heart and army worms, For chestnut blight and weevils. I'm doped against the bayonet Wielded by German demons; But no one seems to think I'll get Dear old delirium tremens.