THE PILL

Little pill in my hand,
I wonder how you understand,
Just what to do and where to go,
To stop the aches that hurt me so.

You sink in regions there below
As down my throat you quickly go,
But I always wonder, Little Pill,
How do you know where I am ill?

And just how do you really know
Just where you are supposed to go?
I've got a headache, that is true,
My broken ribs need attention too!

Now how can anything so small
End my aches in no time at all?
Do you work alone, or hire a crew
To do the good things that you do?

I'm counting on you mighty strong
To get there where you belong,
Don't let me down and please don't shirk
But do your undercover work.

So, down my throat - be on you way,
And end my aches for another day.
Don't make a wrong turn is my plea,
"Cause I can't take another one til three".

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