poem: a genetic ode, or a melan coli tale

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Articles Poem: A genetic ode, or A melan coli tale Received for publication, March 29, 2005 Donald Nicholson‡ From the School of Medicine, Leeds University, Leeds L52 9JT, United Kingdom I used to be a coli, as wild as wild could be. They called me Proto Trophic, whatever that would be. They kept me pure and simple and completely free from faults And fed me on the simplest food . . . glucose and common salts. Then Lederberg and Tatum came and put me in the sun And watched me very closely to see what harm they’d done. Although they hadn’t killed me they had really hurt my pride And though I looked quite normal I was quite upset inside. Next day they tried to feed me with my normal sort of food But they found I couldn’t use it in the way I always could. Glucose I could metabolise–in that I was proficient, But in synthesising valine they soon found I was deficient. They couldn’t find their valine so they went to biotin And till they thought just what to do they kept me dietin’. Then foresight and discernment made this lecturer and Prof. Enrich my food with Oxo cube and call me Oxo Troph. They called another doctor and they all discussed my case, And decided that my DNA must have displaced a base. They all seemed quite excited and I heard Doc Tatum say, “Another dose of sunshine might upset more DNA.” They gave me 80 seconds of the brightest light I’d seen, And I knew a UV photon had displaced another gene. I remember seeing Lederberg– eyes gleaming through his specs Excitedly tell Tatum that I’d now acquired a sex. Then Lederberg asked Tatum if he could foretell my fate And Tatum thought my only hope was to acquire a mate. So they gave me you dear Effplus, knowing you alone could right The little bits of DNA that suffered in that light. There’s just two things I ask you if you really care for me One little gene for valine– one for fertility. Your genotype’s just perfect to revitalize my strain And I know you will co-operate to make me wild again. Be warned O Human Beings by this melan coli ode You who think you are so clever cracking our genetic code. There’s a moral in this story–I will tell you what it means: IF YOU STRIP TOO MUCH TO SUNBATHE, YOU MAY LOSE A PAIR OF JEANS. ‡ To whom correspondence should be addressed. E-mail: [email protected]. Reprinted from the IUBMB journal Trends in Biochemical Sciences, Vol. 2, Issue 1, January 1977, page 5, on the occasion of the 50th anniversary of IUBMB. © 2005 by The International Union of Biochemistry and Molecular Biology BIOCHEMISTRY AND MOLECULAR BIOLOGY EDUCATION Printed in U.S.A. Vol. 33, No. 3, p. 217, 2005 This paper is available on line at http://www.bambed.org 217

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Poem: A genetic ode, or A melan coli tale

Received for publication, March 29, 2005

Donald Nicholson‡

From the School of Medicine, Leeds University, Leeds L52 9JT, United Kingdom

I used to be a coli, as wild as wild could be.They called me Proto Trophic, whatever that would be.They kept me pure and simple and completely free fromfaultsAnd fed me on the simplest food . . . glucose and commonsalts.

Then Lederberg and Tatum came and put me in the sunAnd watched me very closely to see what harm they’ddone.Although they hadn’t killed me they had really hurt myprideAnd though I looked quite normal I was quite upset inside.

Next day they tried to feed me with my normal sort of foodBut they found I couldn’t use it in the way I always could.Glucose I could metabolise–in that I was proficient,But in synthesising valine they soon found I was deficient.

They couldn’t find their valine so they went to biotinAnd till they thought just what to do they kept me dietin’.Then foresight and discernment made this lecturer andProf.Enrich my food with Oxo cube and call me Oxo Troph.

They called another doctor and they all discussed mycase,And decided that my DNA must have displaced a base.They all seemed quite excited and I heard Doc Tatum say,“Another dose of sunshine might upset more DNA.”

They gave me 80 seconds of the brightest light I’d seen,And I knew a UV photon had displaced another gene.I remember seeing Lederberg–eyes gleaming through hisspecsExcitedly tell Tatum that I’d now acquired a sex.

Then Lederberg asked Tatum if he could foretell my fateAnd Tatum thought my only hope was to acquire a mate.So they gave me you dear Effplus, knowing you alonecould rightThe little bits of DNA that suffered in that light.

There’s just two things I ask you if you really care for meOne little gene for valine–one for fertility.Your genotype’s just perfect to revitalize my strainAnd I know you will co-operate to make me wild again.

Be warned O Human Beings by this melan coli odeYou who think you are so clever cracking our genetic code.There’s a moral in this story–I will tell you what it means:IF YOU STRIP TOO MUCH TO SUNBATHE,YOU MAY LOSE A PAIR OF JEANS.

‡ To whom correspondence should be addressed. E-mail: [email protected] from the IUBMB journal Trends in Biochemical Sciences, Vol. 2, Issue 1, January 1977, page 5, on the occasion of the

50th anniversary of IUBMB.

© 2005 by The International Union of Biochemistry and Molecular Biology BIOCHEMISTRY AND MOLECULAR BIOLOGY EDUCATIONPrinted in U.S.A. Vol. 33, No. 3, p. 217, 2005

This paper is available on line at http://www.bambed.org 217