When leaves are grown ashen and brown,
Let us hope to be steady and sober,
The Medicals come up to town.
They will study all lore anatomic,
To ease future patients from pains;
And must vow that no "Champion Comic"
Shall win them from muscles and veins.
With dissecting extensor and flexor,
They'll find work enough for the knife;
While a plexus of nerves a perplexer