One in ten million Those were the odds, So he must have done something To piss off the gods. In ’79, A new daughter is born Upon her he dotes, With attention adorn. Shortly thereafter, His hand makes him yelp, And it’s off to the doctor To garner some help. A doctor repairs, With his surgical skills, The hand that’s in need And cures the hand’s ills. Then daddy is free To attend to his child, He’s back changing diapers Of the child beguiled. But she’d recently had A childhood shot, And a virus that’s live Was shot into the tot. And against every odd They believe what occurred, Was the virus got dad Through the suture endured. A crippling disease Soon infected the man, And polio’s found When his blood they would scan. Confined to a chair, Paralyzed in effect, For thirty years hence He can’t stand erect. Lederle Labs Was sued for redress, No warning they’d issued, The knowledge suppressed. Thirty years through the courts The matter unfurled, Setbacks and progress - The pendulum twirled. But a state supreme court, A verdict has reached, And Lederle pays For liability breached. Now sixty-one years, Thirty spent in a chair, Twenty-two million The court deems as fair. One in ten million, The odds that they state - Odds overtaken That altered his fate.
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