A Surgeon's Tools
A scalpel is a devise
It is rather precise
To guarantee the most accuracy
Slice and dice, nip and tuck
This is a job that does not suck
Hold the contents of your stomach if you can manage
A squirt of blood from a nick
Stich one by one to repair the damage
Steady hands, hope not for a tick
Clamps, forceps, and surgical needles
This is a job not for the feeble
Bone cutters are often used
Cadavers should be your muse
Go all in, don’t hesitate
This is a job for me, I imagine
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