A clinical student from Guy's
Ophthalmoscoped both a man's eyes
Well he saw neither disc, but he still took the risk
And recorded a whole pack of lies

The next afternoon on the round
The boss asked him what he had found
Though he should have confessed, further fibs he expressed
As he mumbled and stared at the ground

As the rest of the team cleared their throats
The physician examined the notes
As the poor fellow squirmed, his deceit was confirmed
And he realised he'd burnt all his boats

The point of this tale is clear
A cover-up may cost you dear
For the web that you weave, when you start to deceive
Could ruin a brilliant career