He was a surgeon, versed in brains though He mixed his hectares up with miles. At the congress in Rio de Janeiro He made the others seem small fry. All those given no chance of survival He would take and would make good as new, But this eminent man without rival Was, as bad luck would have it, a Jew. In science challenges he welcomed As each leap made him leap again. He even fixed a new cerebellum Inside a famed explorerís brain. All those given no chance of survival He would take and would make good as new, But this eminent man without rival Was, as bad luck would have it, a Jew.
© Margaret & Stas Porokhnya. Translation, 2008