ever heard of dr. farley,

doctor farley, sir, m.d.,

living in the street of harley,

street of harley, number three?

years ago the simple fact is,

simple fact is, don't you know,

he had but a tiny practice,

tiny practice, down at bow.

consultations for a shilling,

for a shilling, sir, with pills;

for this sum he e'en was willing,

willing, sir, to cure all ills.

pains in "tum-tums" he would cure a,

cure a man of, in a night,

with ip. cac. and aqua pura

(aqua pura his delight).

he was, too, a skilful surgeon,

skilful surgeon, yet his fee—

seldom was it known to verge on,

even verge on, two and three.

work at this rate wasn't paying,

wasn't paying—what surprise?

so he sold his practice, saying,

saying, "i must specialize."

"that's the way to pick up money,

pick up money, so i'm told."

so he did it. now—it's funny,

funny, but—he rolls in gold.

his success himself surprises,

much surprises, for he knows

that he only specialises,

specialises, little toes.

when swells in their little tootsies,

little tootsies, suffer pain,

unto him they bring their footsies,

footsies, to put right again;

for they say, sir, "none but he, sir,

he, sir, understands the toe."

earls and dukes wait every day, sir,

every day, sir, in a row.

this the history of farley,

doctor farley, sir, m.d.,

others—in the street of harley—

others like him there may be.

there's a moral to this story,

to this story, if you're wise:

if you'd win both wealth and glory,

wealth and glory—specialize.