He couldn't even lift his head.
His skin was pale his eyelids red,
"Won't last a day!" the doctor said.
So sweet Petunia meek and little
Came to visit with her fiddle.
Thought she'd play ol' Earle a diddle,
To cheer him up, that man so brittle.
With lifted bow she smiled at Earl.
She was his niece that little girl.
She curtsied once and did a twirl;
Brushed her face to move a curl.
She screeched the bow across the strings;
Ol' Earl let out a deafening scream,
Pulled his wires and needles and things,
And ran out the door no more to be seen.
