To the Editor.—
My business has increased voluminously, now that I wave the magic prescription pad for cyclamates. A whole new coterie of patients knocks upon my door. Indeed, yesterday morning on arriving at the office I found the following note tacked over my sign saying the doctor is out:
Oh cyclamate! your dismal fate Leaves all your friends Disconsolate. Oh solid state of cyclamate! Your turn is come To abdicate. Du grünst no more Im rootbeerate Im toothy paste Or carbonate Oh cyclamate! Oh, cyclamate! You're just a mean old Reprobate.
The note was signed by one of my more heavy users of cyclamate. Do you think I should refer him to a psychiatrist?
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