Little Dickie Doubleday - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
LITTLE DICKIE DOUBLEDAY. Copyright, 1896, by T. B Harms & Co. Words by Hugh Morton. Music by Gustave Kerker. 
There's a little man we know, who wears a lovely little whisker, Poor Dickie Doubleday, poor little man! And when he's 'round the town, you bet that very few are brisker, Poor Dickie Doubleday, poor little man! But lately all the Chorus girls have very sorely missed him, Poor Dickie Doubleday, poor little man! He's trying to have a walking stick extracted from his system, Poor Dickie Doubleday, poor little man! Little Dickie Doubleday went to see a naughty play, With undivided interest he followed it; The girls reduced his heart to pulp, and when they danced he gave a gulp, Forgot about his walking stick, and swallowed it. 
Little Dickie loved his stick, and to his chest be fondly pressed it, Poor Dickie Donbleday, poor little man! He nibbled it so often that he thought he could digest it, Poor Dickie Doubleday, poor little man! But now he has decided that a cane not good to eat is, Poor Dickie Doubleday, poor little man! It's two to one that Dickie dies of swift appendicitis, Poor Dickie Doubleday, poor little man! Little Dickie Doubleday isn't feeling very gay, His stick has gone, and medicine has followed It. Our friend no more we hope to see, the doctors seem to all agree, A cane is apt to kill you when you swallow it.