A row of
bottles
on my
shelf
Caused
me to
analyze
myself.
One
yellow
pill I
have to
pop
Goes to
my heart
so it
won't
stop.
A little
white
one that
I take
Goes to
my hands
so they
won't
shake.
The blue
ones
that I
use a
lot
Tell me
I'm
happy
when I'm
not.
The
purple
pill
goes to
my brain
Then
tells me
that I
have no
pain.
The
capsules
tell me
not to
wheeze
Or cough
or choke
or even
sneeze.
The red
ones,
smallest
of them
all
Go to my
blood so
I won't
fall.
The
orange
ones,
very big
and
bright
Prevent
my leg
cramps
in the
night.
Such an
array of
brilliant
pills
Helping
to cure
all
kinds of
ills.
But what
I'd
really
like to
know...........
Is what
tells
each one
where to
go!
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I Want To Be A Bear
A Good Deed