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In a cold sterile room dressed in blue-green attire
Grounding all wires to prevent a big fire
Singing and laughing turning bright lights higher
Machines are sucking blood, like an old vampire

Scrubbing this and marking that the doc calls out
Get ready smart team he barks with a shout
The patient is draped and we're taking this route
Let's make a straight cut and start looking about
Now put that over there, let Mary grip it tight
Joe gets the intestines and moves em to the right
Nurse Sandy will get another bright light
Why this thing down here is shaped just like a kite

Grab that silver tong there and lift it up a bit
Hand it off to Gretchen and let her see if it'll fit
Put it in that bowl there that's shaped like a mitt
Oh holy moley, we'll need a work permit
Put it all back in; don't fret about where it goes
Blend it on both sides making several tidy rows
Cut that little piece, it looks like someone's nose
Oh it's time to go, this surgery has ta close


Saturday, August 16, 2008


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