The surgeon and the old lady
On the day of the doctor, an old woman came to me:
A scythe in his hands, and a cuckoo on his shoulder.
I, says your district doctor,
Let's get treatment, why are you so constrained?
Relax, boy, my dear colleague -
Your cart creaks on the way.
Not for you, dear, these four roses.
Here is ethanol, and you give glucose!
I grimaced: “What kind of colleagues are we ?!
I'm up to you, like alpha to omega:
I wave a scalpel - what will happen is unknown,
If you are oblique, hope is inappropriate. "
You are not right, brother - she answers me -
After all, you and I are only distinguished by one thing:
You treat temporarily, your goals are specific,
And I am a panacea for all diseases!
And even if I'm not wearing a white robe, but
I am not negligent in my craft.
Whenever I had confidence in doctors
I would take many of you as an apprentice.
See you, honey - we are all servants of God,
And on our holiday I give you the slogan
You can sing it through laughter or through tears:
"Relax, people, you are already in anesthesia!"
06/19/11
