'll ''vestigate' the moon!...
"No, Ike," says Doc, "this world hain't saw
no brains like yourn and mine
With sense enough to grasp a law
'at takes a brain divine.--
I've bared the thoughts of brains in doubt,
and felt their finest pulse,--
And mortal brains jes won't turn out
And Doc he's got respects to spare
the _rich_ as well as _pore_--
Says he, "I'd turn no _millionaire_
onsheltered from my door."--
Says he, "What's wealth to him in quest
o' _honest_ friends to back
And love him fer _hisse'f_?--not jes
because he's made his jack!"
And childern.--_Childern?_ Lawzy-day!
Doc _worships_ 'em!--You call
Round at his house and _ast_ 'em!--
they're a-_swarmin'_ there--that's all!--