was sixteen, and I had the most terrible dreams,
specks before my eyes, and nervous weakness.
I couldn't remember the books I read,
Frank Drummer who memorized page after page.
my back was weak, and I worried and worried,
I was embarrassed and stammered my lessons,
when I stood up to recite I'd forget
that I had studied.
I saw Dr. Weese's advertisement,
there I read everything in print,
as if he had known me;
about the dreams which I couldn't help.
I knew I was marked for an early grave.
I worried until I had a cough,
then the dreams stopped.
then I slept the sleep without dreams
on the hill by the river.