Bobby Falcone
When Bobby Falcone wasn’t yet one, he began to speak Along with English, he became fluent in French, Italian and Greek Folks were stunned on his fourth birthday, those near enough to hear him Because Bobby Falcone was expounding upon a geometric theorem
When other kids were riding their bikes and listening to CD’s Bobby was learning biology with astonishing ease And instead of taking his roller skates on a spin around the block He mastered the cello on symphonies by Beethoven, Brahms and Bach
Going to regular school would have been a waste of time Just about as ridiculous as teaching Shakespeare to rhyme So his parents employed some tutors to keep their son’s mind keen And Bobby earned an MD from Yale the year he turned nineteen
Promoted to full professor at Johns Hopkins University The youngest in history ‘cause Bobby was only twenty-three Surgical techniques he invented and introduced to his field Soon were implemented to help little brains get healed
Bobby practiced brain surgery at hospitals far and wide While his family stood back and reveled with considerable pride And if ever some parents came to him who couldn’t afford to pay It didn’t matter to Bobby; he helped them anyway
Bobby is thirty now and directs a lab at a medical center Working on curing brain cancer so little kids have a life to enter He ought to be a hero right there at the head of the pack But hardly anyone cheers him, ‘cause he doesn’t play quarterback
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