'Mongst all the women—mild er rough,
splendifferous er plain,
Er them with sense, er not enough
to come in out the rain,—
Jes ever' shape and build and style
o' women, fat er slim—
They all like Doc, and got a smile
and pleasant word fer him!
XI
Ner hain't no horse I've ever saw
but what'll neigh and try
To sidle up to him, and paw,
and sense him, ear-and-eye:
Then jes a tetch o' Doc's old pa'm,
to pat 'em, er to shove
Along their nose—and they're as ca'm
as any cooin' dove!
XII
And same with dogs,—take any breed,
er strain, er pedigree,
Er racial caste 'at can't concede
no use fer you er me,—
They'll putt all predju-dice aside
in Doc's case and go in
Kahoots with him, as satisfied
as he wuz kith-and-kin!
XIII
And Doc's a wonder, trainin' pets!—
He's got a chicken-hawk,
In kind o' half-cage, where he sets
out in the gyarden-walk,
And got that wild bird trained so tame,
he'll loose him, and he'll fly
Clean to the woods!—Doc calls his name—
and he'll come, by-and-by!