There in the corner Pharmacy,
This lithesome lady lingers.
And potent pills and philters true
Are fashioned by her fingers.
Her face behind the soda fount.
May oft be seen in summer,
How sweetly foams the soda fizz,
When you receive it from her!
While mixing belladonna drops
With tincture of lobelia
And putting up prescriptions she
Is fairer than Ophelia.
Each poison has its proper place.
Each potion in its chalice;
Her daedal fingers are so deft. They call her digit Alice.
By: Dr. Harvey Washington Wiley
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