One pill for this, another for that
Until my head knows not where it's at
Up and down and all round and round
Soon I'll be inside the lost and found
Which way is up and which way is down
Wait, am I wearing a princess's gown
But no complaining ever will I do
A week without and I lived in a shoe
So those dreaded, hated magical pills
It is clear they help with my ills
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