How The Fatuous Wish Of A Peasant Came True

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An excellent peasant,
  Of character pleasant,
  Once lived in a hut with his wife.
  He was cheerful and docile,
  But such an old fossil
  You wouldn't meet twice in your life.
  His notions were all without reason or rhyme,
  Such dullness in any one else were a crime,
  But the folly pig-headed
  To which he was wedded
  Was so deep imbedded,
  it touched the sublime!

  He frequently stated
  Such quite antiquated
  And singular doctrines as these:
  "Do good unto others!
  All men are your brothers!"
  (Of course he forgot the Chinese!)
  He said that all men were made equal and free,
  (That's true if they're born on our side of the sea!)
  That truth should be spoken,
  And pledges unbroken:
  (Now where, by that token,
  would most of us be?)

  One day, as his pottage
  He ate in his cottage,
  A fairy stepped up to the door;
  Upon it she hammered,
  And meekly she stammered:
  "A morsel of food I implore."
  He gave her sardines, and a biscuit or two,
  And she said in reply, when her luncheon was through,
  "In return for these dishes
  Of bread and of fishes
  The first of your wishes
  I'll make to come true!"

  That nincompoop peasant
  Accepted the present,
  (As most of us probably would,)
  And, thinking her bounty
  To turn to account, he
  Said: "Now I'll do somebody good!
  I won't ask a thing for myself or my wife,
  But I'll make all my neighbors with happiness rife.
  Whate'er their conditions,
  Henceforward, physicians
  And indispositions
  they're rid of for life!"

  These words energetic
  The fairy's prophetic
  Announcement brought instantly true:
  With singular quickness
  Each victim of sickness
  Was made over, better than new,
  And people who formerly thought they were doomed
  With almost obstreperous healthiness bloomed,
  And each had some platitude,
  Teeming with gratitude,
  For the new attitude
  life had assumed.

  Our friend's satisfaction
  Concerning his action
  Was keen, but exceedingly brief.
  The wrathful condition
  Of every physician
  In town was surpassing belief!
  Professional nurses were plunged in despair,
  And chemists shook passionate fists in the air:
  They called at his dwelling,
  With violence swelling,
  His greeting repelling
  with arrogant stare.

  They beat and they battered,
  They slammed and they shattered,
  And did him such serious harm,
  That, after their labors,
  His wife told the neighbors
  They'd caused her excessive alarm!
  They then set to work on his various ills,
  And plied him with liniments, powders, and pills,
  And charged him so dearly
  That all of them nearly
  Made double the yearly
  amount of their bills.


  This Moral by the tale is taught:--
  The wish is father to the thought.
  (We'd oftentimes escape the worst
  If but the thinking part came first!)

© Guy Wetmore Carryl