Where the Pills Go
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 one that I use a lot
Tells me I'm happy when I'm not.
The purple pill goes to my brain
And tells me that I have no pain.
The capsule tells me not to wheeze
or cough or sneeze.
The red one, smallest of them all,
Goes to my head so I won't fall.
Such an array of brilliant pills,
Helping cure all kinds of ills.
But what I'd really like to know
Is what tells each pill where to go!
~ Etta Cisco