Twas the week before Finals, when all through the school

Not a student was peaceful, not one molecule;

The whiteboards were covered in crude renal art,
In hopes to recall a nephron in part;

The professors were nestled all snug in their beds,

While visions of burritos folding danced in their heads;
And she with her Anki and I with Ruchits notes,
Had just settled down to learn the glands in our throats.

When down in the basement there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my seat to see what was the matter.
Down the staircase I flew like a dove,
Tore open the lab doors and put on some gloves.

The Beethoven playing oer the silence abreast

Gave the rooms a feeling like taking a test,
When, what to my wondering ears should I hear,
A tank being opened, an anatomist was here!

With a little old scalpel, so sharp and steady,

I knew in a moment it must be Dr. Reddy.
More rapid than lectures on fecal transplantations,
He pointed to structures, shouting clinical correlations:

Now, Erbs! now, Klumpkes! now, Dupuytrens contractures!

On, Merckels! on, hernias! On, Potts and Colles fractures!
From the scapular spine to the littlest toe!
They sure know it allor so iClickers show!

As webs of arachnids weaved out so long,

When they meet a light touch, stretch and are gone,
So too did the fascia at once disappear,
Whenever Dr. Reddys scalpel came near.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard in Room 2

The sound of a prosection coming out, too.
As I drew back my hand, and was turning around,
Out of the room Dr. Reddy came with a bound.

He was dressed in his scrubs, from his head to his feet,

And all was maroon, like a set complete;
A saggital pelvis he held in his hands,
And he was sweating slightly, due to muscarinic glands.

His eyeshow they twinkled! his dimples how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!
His droll little mouth was drawn up in a smile,
And by the smell of formaldehyde, hed been there a while.

He was beautiful and delicious, an apple-like elf

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself;
A wink of his eye and a twist of his head,
Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread;

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And pinned a small nerve; then turned with a jerk,
And laying an arrow aside of his pin,
And giving a nod, returned to the lab within;

He put down the pelvis, and pinned anothers vein,

And away went to work on a sympathetic chain.
But I heard him exclaim as though a decree,
You will all make me proud, remember: P = MD!