Written for Eve Bargmann, M.D.
(who left HRG 7/12/84)
We're sad to say goodbye to Eve,
As she prepares to take her leave,
At HRG she'd be our pick,
But Health Group folk are never sick!
So if we'd feel her healing fingers,
We must all become malingerers,
Inventing many ills infernal,
To publish in New England Journal!
For instance, Lori's blistered fingers,
Occupational disease of budding folk singers,
And Peter, how he does affright us,
With frequent bouts of Springsteenitis!
Carol can't breathe. Here are the rumors,
She crushed by mail from eager consumers,
Amour is reduced to quivering heap,
Crying Osborne! Osborne!* in her sleep!
And Florence wanders in a daze,
Bemused by reams of resumes,
And Susan needs her health to face,
The never-ending paper chase.
Allen's exhausted, that's what we're betting,
From all that Bjork-Shiley Strutting and Fretting,**
And Henry, suffering from pre-lunch jitters,
Mixed 80 aspirin in his fritters!
And Ben is starving, he should have been warier,
Before feeding his blintzes to his Bedlington terrier!
As for Joan, alas, alack,
She's having a Big Mac Attack!
But what of Sid? He's ill from his quirk,
Of sampling pills to see if they work!
Do all these patients make you queasy?
You can't get rid of us that easy!
From Joan, 7/12/84
*Osborne was the first successful example of a line of portable computers that we used at the time.
**Reference here is to the Bjork-Shiley cardiac strut which he was researching.
