The Student
A minx of seventeen, with rather fine Brown eyes and freckles and a cheerful grin, She saunters up the ward, and stricken sin Nods and looks pleasant (why should one repine?). She takes "her cases," looks for every "sign," Hammers and sounds the portly and the thin, Plies them with questions till their cheap heads spin And keeps them busy saying "ninety-nine." It's my turn now! Oh, let me bare my chest And spread a level sheet across my crib, And be as wax for our meticulous Miss; While she, poor dear, doing her anxious best, Feels for the apex under the wrong rib And wonders fiercely where my liver is.
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