I have worn many scrubs in my life
In which I've had pain, and anger and strife
(Though not all days are a dud)
From my medical school's "jade" green
To residency's blue, with tangerine
(Or maybe that was blood)
But now that I'm a "grown up" doc
Who gets paid to work round the clock
I don the color once meant for royals
As I examine babies and lance some boils
And I remind myself every day:
Nothing rhymes with purple
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