A row of bottles on my shelf Caused me to analyze myself, The Yellow one 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,And tells me 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 so 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 realy like to know is,What tells each one were to GO. |