Roses are red,
Some babies are blue,
Especially those with Tetralogy,
In the CICU.
A poem written on a whim by a senior resident and sub-intern on a busy spring Tuesday in the PICU.
Roses are red,
Some babies are blue,
Especially those with Tetralogy,
In the CICU.
A poem written on a whim by a senior resident and sub-intern on a busy spring Tuesday in the PICU.