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Robert W Service - Distracted Druggist
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`A shilling`s worth of quinine, please,`
          The customer demanded.
The druggist went down on his knees
          And from a cupboard handed
The waiting man a tiny flask:
          `Here, Sir, is what you ask.`

The buyer paid and went away,
          The druggist rubbed his glasses,
Then sudden shouted in dismay:
          `Of all the silly asses!`
And out into the street he ran
          To catch the speeding man.

Cried he: `That quinine that you bought,
          (Since all may errors make),
I find was definitely not,—
          I sold you strychnine by mistake.
Two shillings is its price, and so
          Another bob you owe.`
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