Tony's Diary Package — page 552

So up to the house-top the pharma all flew, With the sleigh full of hope, and Dr. Fauci, too. And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof The prancing and pawing of each little hoof. As I drew in my head, and was turning around, Down the chimney Fauci came with a bound. He was dressed in a suit, as was always his way, And his neatly cut hair was a smart silver-grey. A chart in one hand, a syringe in the other, And a medical bag--a gift from his mother.