On the first day of lecture, my dear, sweet professor
Had fallen ill with a case of the flu.
She instructed the class, her voice rather rasp,
With a succession of coughs and “ah-choo!”
We learned how clonal selection could protect us from infection,
Though we were especially educated on irony.
For despite her deserving impunity, we don’t all develop immunity
Even my dear, sick professor of Immunology.
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