In the year nineteen hundred and twenty-five,
before many of us indeed were alive,
a certain Theodor “Ted” Geisel graduated
from Dartmouth (which was later elated).
When said alumnus kindly offered
untold philanthropy, duly proffered
thanks to the magic from his wit and pen.
As a student, he’d edited the Jack-O-Lantern,
a magazine of laughs marrying picture
to word until one fateful adventure
in his senior year. Caught in collegiate
revelry, he was required to abdicate
his editorship on the orders of the Dean,
a turn of events seemingly quite mean.
But our hero’s thinking was simply set loose
and he kept on writing with the name “Seuss.”
Under this name what did he then do?
He wrote about Horton hearing a Who,
about green eggs and ham, about a Grinch,
about Yertle the Turtle — what a cinch –
rhymes were under his pen! He drew
foxes in socks and Things One and Two.
There was the Lorax and then Hop on Pop,
So many great stories, how can I stop
To exclaim about that Cat in that Hat?
(Now what do you think about that?)
And so, to honor the good Dr. Seuss,
Dartmouth has decided, it is no use!
To name its medical school for
a certain graduate: yes, Theodore
and his wife Audrey. Yet unknown
is whether med students must intone
Seussian verses and whimsy galore
along with their training in doctorly lore.
The naming of the Geisel School does show
How with but a pen oh, the places you’ll go!
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