I give you now Professor Basch With expertise of worm and rash, Of Strongyloides and Loa loa, And nasty little protozoa, Of lice and other arthropods, From distant venues and nearby quads, Of giant livers and giant spleens, Assassin bugs, triatomines, Megacolon and tales of Chaga, Chiclero ear, the Wrigley saga. With playful glee he'd try to shock us With movies of Echinococcus Sardonically he would explain That schistosomes "make love in vein". With vivid pictures, exotic terms He's open up each can of worms An endless source of anecdotes Of odious eukaryotes. Paul had stories, quite a few Each time he'd talk of something new. One breakfast meeting he'd explain How he'd been on the kindertrain. Another time he said he flew in To Tikal and left a ruin. And once he mentioned he did try To leave his heart in Old Shanghai. Upon the news his loving bride Did rush across the ocean wide. She stayed with him then brought him back To nurse him from his heart attack. And fate would give him, it appears, Twenty-six productive years. So I repeat lest one forgets: Professor Basch had no regrets. Professor Basch was in the end Teacher, scholar, mentor, friend.
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