A student who couldn't palpate
At the end of Spring term met his fate
What he thought was effusion was only illusion
His findings just didn't collate.
The examiner (from out of town)
Politely just sat the lad down
'The leaves it would seem are just turning to green
Come back when they're turning to brown'.
He returned in the Autumn and then
Proceeded to flunk yet again
On a lump of some size he met his demise
And finished with three out of ten.
You see the sad truth still prevails
If a chap can't examine, he fails
Our unfortunate friend, has come to an end
Now he works down a coal mine in Wales.