Walking and walking, oh my feet hurt I feel I’ve aged 20 years and live in a yurt. It’s always so painful to be on my feet For 14 hours and never have a seat. At least the shifts almost over And I can rest my dogs, one I even named Rover. So I lift ’em up, relax and recline Perhaps next thing I’ll do is eat greasy strips of swine.
SCDs are King and Lovenox Queen Of the land they reign that is DVT clean. ‘Clot clean!’ is their motto, one for all to hear. Its one all clots should fear, a land they should never be near. For if clots set foot in Clot Cleanville they will surely be lysed As C diff after the use of many bleach wipes. So nurses, create for your patients a Clot Clean life For they will be merry and enjoy much less strife.
SCDs like the lord of the land, They squash out clots before they can even stand. Like small critters running, clots disappear For SCDs keep watch like a burly musketeer. ‘Pump, Pump, Pump!’ SCDs repeat as they prepare to crush every DVT they meet.