The things you find on the internet!

I've got a few more minutes at work... not time to start anything. So I starting surfing the internet highway... and found this poem. I remember my mother quoting the 'refrain' of this poem since I can remember! She read this poem on stage when she was a little girl.

The poem? "I've got a pain in my sawdust." I found this at this site.

"There's a songbook that has the lyrics and score for that song. Go to your local library and ask them to interlibrary loan it for you - there are 37 copies of the book in the US. Here's the info:
Songs From the Golden Eras, 1900-1929
ed. Ronny Schiff MCA/Mills OCLC 1894095 "
[posted May 2, 2003, by KellyG629]

A prior post mentioned it had been available as a player piano roll.

And then another post gave the full lyrics from sheet music in the poster's possession:

" A little bisque doll and a little rag doll
And a dolly imported from France
Were sitting one day on the shelf of the store
With a doll that could wind up and dance;
When all of a sudden the shopkeeper heard
A scream that rang out thro' the store,
And this was the plaint of the little bisque doll
That made such an awful uproar;

I've got a pain in my sawdust,
That's what's the matter with me;
Something is wrong with my little inside,
I'm just as sick as can be.
Don't let me faint, someone get me a fan,
Someone else run for the medicine man,
Ev'ryone hurry as fast as you can,
I've got a pain in my sawdust.

They took her away in a hospital van
And the whole town was filled with the blues,
For ev'ryone thought it was quite an odd thing,
And the papers all printed the news;
The surgeons looked wise and they all shook their heads
And asked her just where she was sick;
"I think it's 'appendisawdust'," she exclaimed,
"And won't you please do something quick?"

I've got a pain in my sawdust,
That's what's the matter with me;
Something is wrong with my little inside,
I'm just as sick as can be.
Don't let me faint, someone get me a fan,
Someone else run for the medicine man,
Ev'ryone hurry as fast as you can,
I've got a pain in my sawdust.

Oh, sad was the day for the little bisque doll,
For they cut all her stitches away,
And looked for the seat of the terrible ache;
"'Twas a delicate task," they all say,
For none of the surgeons had ever before
Performed on a dolly's inside,
They tried to restuff her but didn't know how,
And this was her wail as she died;

I've got a pain in my sawdust,
That's what's the matter with me;
Something is wrong with my little inside,
I'm just as sick as can be.
Don't let me faint, someone get me a fan,
Someone else run for the medicine man,
Ev'ryone hurry as fast as you can,
I've got a pain in my sawdust."