Maveric Prowles Had Rumbling Bowles That thundered in the night. It shook the bedrooms all around And gave the folks a fright. The doctor called; He was appalled When through his stethoscope He heard the sound of a baying hound, And the acrid smell of smoke. Was there a cure? 'The higher the fewer' The learned doctor said, Then turned poor Maveric inside out And stood him on his head. 'Just as I thought You've been and caught An Asiatic flu - You musn't go near dogs I fear Unless they come near you.' Poor Maveric cried. He went cross-eyed, His legs went green and blue. The doctor hit him with a club And charged him one and two. And so my friend This is the end, A warning to the few: Stay clear of doctors to the end Or they'll get rid of you.