Twas the week before Christmas, and all through the hospital all the owners were waiting to see what was possible.
All the iv’s were hung by the cages with care, in hopes that the doctor soon would be there.
The puppies were nestled all snug in their beds while visions of cats all danced in their heads.
The nurse in her scrubs and I in my cap had just rattled our brains for a long surgical lap
When out in the waiting room arose such a clatter, I sprang from the table to see what was the matter
Away to the room I flew like a flash, tore open the door and saw the big gash
The wound on the sternum of the new fallen Bro gave the nurse the hebegebees and she said she must go.
When what to my wondering eye should appear but Andrea my wife who gave me a cheer
With the needle drives so delicate and light I knew in a moment the gash would be alright
More rapid than staples the sutures began, i tied and knotted like I had a plan
Now, mater, now mac, now teddy and captain, onto tiki, onto butter onto angle and saxin
From the surgical room, to the recovery, we got through them all, i said to my seLf finally i caN go to mall.
I put on my Jacket and grab my keys, heading to the door I fell to my knees.
Dr. Rhett Dr Rhett, I heard her scream, there is still one more you haven’t yet seen.