My Pills

I go to the doctor to explain my ills
And what does he do he gives me pills
Some are old and some are new
Some are yellow some are blue

Many years I have been through
Around the block a time or two
So now I take a pill or two
Some are yellow some are blue

I often wonder how they know
just where the hell they have to go
And what it is their meant to do
Some are yellow some are blue

Some are measured by the ounce
Most have names I can't pronounce
Some I have to split in two
Some are yellow some are blue

Some are square and some are round
most are sour that's what I've found
Some of them I have to chew
Some are yellow some are blue

But I really like the little pink pills
The one's which make me feel mellow
It's then that I don't give a damn
If the pills are blue or their yellow

happyrhyme

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