Folks think I live a life of ease,
Can do most anything I please.
They think we live on fancy fare,
That magically comes out the air.
They think I never drive a nail,
Or take a scrub brush from a pail.
They think my flowers grow and bloom
To fill my life with sweet perfume.
That I should always be dressed fine,
To lead the idle life that's mine.
Folks think I live a glamorous life,
Because I am a Doctor's wife.

Fact is I cook and scrub and bake;
There are chairs to dust and bed to make.
I often iron the whole day through,
And watch the phone and office, too.
Folks must be met when Doctor's gone,
And all the sterilizing done.
I try to mend most everything,
And spade the flower beds in spring.
At times I have to sew and knit,
And for the Red Cross do my bit.
When there is work at church to do,
I usually help them with it, too.
It surely is a busy life
This thing of being a doctor's wife.

At first I thought Doc sure must be
Mistreating kids I couldn't see,
But with whose screams the house was filled
As if their owners were being killed.
But after I had helped I found
Some yell when they shouldn't make a sound.
Doc doesn't want to hurt them so
But must; to clean their wounds, you know.
I know he does the best he can,
To cure each woman, child and man.
And so I am a trusting wife,
Because I know the Doctor's life.

As the Doctor's wife I'm called to hold
Some howling child, whose parent bold
Has lost his heart, and taken the air
While Doc makes ready to repair
Some nasty gash, or like as not
Administer a tetanous shot.
I've helped with gas for broken bones
And cleaned out cuts from knives or stones.

To ease folks pain I've often tried,
In races with the stork I've vied.
For I must live a helpful life
If I would be a doctors's wife.

A doctor has so much to do
That he must have a hobby, too.
So he can think of other things
Besides the trouble illness brings.
Ernst started with his cabin small,
And talked of it to one and all.
And then he planted endless trees,
Wants some of every kind he sees.
And now on cows his mind is set,
If he had hay, lots more he'd get.
So I must be a listening wife
If I would share the Doctor's life.

Most nights 'till after ten I sit,
And write a note or darn or knit,
While Doc is peddling out his pills;
And taking care of peoples ill.
We seldom have an evening free,
To spend at shows or friends to see.
Folks seem to think the doctor'll wait
To cure them, though they come in late
After they've had an evening's fun.
He works, when other folks are done.
You see I lead a lonely life
Because I am a doctor's wife.

We do nice things to tell about,
Like playing cards and eating out.
Some week-ends in our house there are
Folks who visit us from a-far.
We all enjoy a picnic, too,
Beneath the skies of azure hue.
And as a side line; here's a tip
I really like to take a trip.
So you see it is a pleasant life
This thing of being a doctor's wife.