THE Medicine Man--his wife was mad,
He had done much to peeve 'er
Ten minks he'd caught; their tails cut off,
Just simply for to grieve 'er.
And when for _bear_-ly half a day
He'd strived hard to appease her,
He said, "It's why I call 'er mine
Just so as I can tease 'er."
And if she don't improve her ways,
Next time I come home then,
In order to hear what she says,
Again will I _mar_(r)_ten_.
Ten of my very choicest _mink_,
A spell I will cast o'er them;
If that don't make her stop and think,
I'll with my jack knife bore them.
Next day whilst at the water hole
His wife fell in the "wotter,"
He said this time I'll _fisher_ out
Because I think I _o't ter_.
As cunning as a _fox_ his wife
Was bound she would get even.
She thought, I cannot take his life
Because of children seven.
Next day she ran off in the bush
She'd had too many drinks.
They searched all night; to scare the wolves
They carried flaming _links_.
No doubt the _wolves_ of her made hash,
For she was never found.
His marriage to her he _mus_(t)_quash_
Her hubby would be bound.
Her carcass you will never find
He said; the wolves have got her
So let's go home and never mind.
He was an awful rotter.
Now, motto for this pome there's none
But for it there's a reason.
Each verse contains some kind of _fur_
We hope to get this season.
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