An Old Model Tale.
A man met an apothecary for a drug for cough;
He brought along both arguments and silver beads enough,
And waited for the medicine man to show him his best.
By and by came the solution he sought -- 'twas dried and dressed.
'How can this cure my cough? It doesn't seem as if 'twill do;
And too this stuff looks like chewed green leaves and smells like cat poo.'
The apothecary was inflamed -- 'See, I'm surprised you came.
You shall treat your cough with your hands if you won't take the same.'