He was a surgeon, versed in brains though
He mixed his hectares up with miles.
At the congress in Rio de Janeiro
He made the others seem small fry.

All those given no chance of survival
He would take and would make good as new,
But this eminent man without rival
Was, as bad luck would have it, a Jew.

In science challenges he welcomed
As each leap made him leap again.
He even fixed a new cerebellum
Inside a famed explorer’s brain.

All those given no chance of survival
He would take and would make good as new,
But this eminent man without rival
Was, as bad luck would have it, a Jew.