'Twas the night before neuro and all through the land
"Where's the lesion" was heard-- "contralateral hand!"
The mucosa was lining my colon with care,
Till I looked one more time, and saw it was hair.

With cadavers and slides we were fixin to die,
Only to learn there's a leg AND a thigh.
I had just cuddled up to my Nolte and Netter,
To memorize each right on down to the letter.

I didn't quite get why we studied the bladder
In a course on the brain- why the f--- does it matter?
TGF in my feet, mesenchyme in my eye,
If I really don't know this, will my patients all die?

I was starting to freak, like my head would just blow
When a vision appeared, his earring aglow.
His head was real shiny, birkenstocks on his soles,
He was driving a sleigh, with eight star-nosed moles.

He explained how a chicken driven straight through your pons
Makes you think you're the Pope, or some string, or the Fonz.
It was all kind of wacky but made sense all the same,
And as he ambled away, I heard him proclaim--

"On brainstem, on fornix, hippocampus and tectum!
Pudendal nerve keeps some stuff in your rectum!"
Though the questions may seem like they've come from their ass,
Remember my friends-- that we're all going to pass.

And in case you're wondering, this is a star-nosed mole http://home.cc.umanitoba.ca/~rmacarth/starnosephotos.html