The life of a physician on call
The moon was full, the stars shone bright
I thought I’d settle down for the night
Upon my soft pillow my head got caught
Until a phone call stirred me from my foolish thought
On Friday night of weekend call
One patient had refused it all
When Pit was offered, she said, “No way!”
Internals too were brushed away.
We waited calmly, full of grace
For natural labor to take its place
And sure enough, on Sunday’s eve
After a day …
