A million messages are sent each day,
to your head, arms, legs and every which way.
For you to breathe, write, dance and walk,
to type on computers, eat and talk.
All muscles, the brains orders they must obey,
but some don't need the brain to say okay.
The skeletal muscles for example, the bones inside,
By the brains rules, they do not abide
As the brain says, 'Hey heart! I'm in control here! '
And the heart replies, ' Sorry, but I'm an involuntary muscle, dear! '
Without a brain, you can't do anything not even pick up the phone,
but without a heart, you'd be dead as a bone.
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