Doctor Scrimshaw Babbit looked a little bit like a rabbit.
Yes, he had large ears, and a twitching nose,
But the comparison, much, much further goes.
He was in the habit of jumping up from his seat,
Without warning, he would perform this feat,
And with further nose twitch and wiggle.
When pronouncing diagnosis he would giggle.
Most unnerving for his patients, this was.
Why did he do this? Just because, because.
This outrageous giggling habit serves,
Not only to annoy, but from twitchy nerves.
Dr Babbit would sit before a patient awaiting,
His diagnosis, along with his lifestyle berating.
“I’m not at all sure as to what you have got,”
“He, he, he, but whatever it is you’ve got a lot”
“He, he, he, about your condition, I’m not at all sure,”
“He, he, he, but I am fairly certain there will be no cure.”
“We have to ascertain, what tests will be best.”
“So we’ll send you for all, a bit of a pest.”
“He, he, he, you may go now, here is a bill for my fees.”
“He, he, he, my costs, for, so well, managing you disease.”

Old Mr O’Rourke went to see Dr Babbit,
Who was still suffering from his giggling habit.
That is to say, Dr Babbit, not Mr O’Rourke,
Who, in fact, was finding it difficult to talk.
“He, he, he, I’ve examined you from toe to neck,”
“The exact cause of your complaint? What the heck!”
“He, he, he, I must confess, I really don’t know,”
“But I’m pretty certain, it’s not your toe!”
“He, he, he, I’m going to send you out for some tests”
“Not many, a dozen, to see what infests,”
“You could have an in-grown tonsil or three.”
“Or it could even be water on your knee.”
“He, he, he, we’ll get to the bottom of the matter,”
“Hey, perhaps it is your “bottom” that causes difficulty for your chatter?”
“But, never-you-mind, it’s all under hand,”
“In this clinic, we don’t have our head in the sand!”
“He, he, he, oh, I nearly forgot,”
“Here’s your fee bill, it’s quite a lot!”

In the clinic waiting room, one day,
An elderly patient did pass away.
Dr Babbit, attending him, saw his unconscious condition,
“Nurse, we need to give this patient intro-veinous nutrition!”
So they plugged him in, and away they went,
Not realizing that he was “late”, the poor old gent!
“He, he, he, make up my fee bill, and put it in his pocket,”
“And add a cost for nutrients, on a separate docket.”
“He, he, he, if he doesn’t come around by closing time,”
“We’ll send for the undertakers, ‘cos this old gents not in his prime!”

And so Dr Babbit, daily, followed the Hippocratic Oath,
Although, in his case, more of a Hippocratic Oaf!