I always smile at the little verse below ~ It is pinned up on the notice board at the Doctors surgery
Little pill here in my hand
I wonder how you understand,
Just what to do or where to go,
To stop the ache that hurts me so,
Within your covering lies relief,
You work alone to ease my grief,
You sink in regions there below,
As down my throat you quickly go !
But what I wonder, little pill,
Is how you know right where I'm ill ?
And just how do you really know,
exactly where you have to go ?