Musical Interlude

Brought to you by the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air.

Now this is a story all about how

Therapeutics got flipped, turned upside down

So if you’ll just take a minute and sit right there

Roll up your sleeve and let your vein take some air

In old Galen’s time, born and raised,

Phlebotomy was a theory that was sweepin’ all ways.

Curing all afflictions, relaxing all cool and reducing inflamation thanks to Hippocratic rules,

When a couple of guys, they were up to no good,

Started making trouble for physicianhood.

The Edinburgh fight got doctors all scared,

They said, “phlebotomy does  nothing, we’re so unprepared!”

Doc Louis tested for a theory but it didn’t come near,

But the Brits thought he was fresh and he got Doc Hall to cock an ear

If anything one  could say that phlebotomy was dying

But you know, naw, forget it, them docs they was tryin’!

We. Pull. Up to eighteen ninety-seven or eight

When they yelled to their lancets, “yo homes, try you later!”

They looked at their kingdom, they were finally free

To act on the body without old phlebotomy.