Thyroid Song Poem by Dr John Celes

On front of neck, there sits a butterfly –
The ductless gland first formed within the womb!
In others few, it may elsewhere alight;
And rarely, it may never form at all.

The butterfly is richly blessed with blood;
Enlarged, it gives the neck, a ghastly sight;
Two hormones, it secretes which cells all need;
When less or more, one gets symptoms and signs.

The hormones make the brain and bones to grow;
If deficient, the child has low IQ;
Severe deficiency can lead to death;
Replacing hormones early, makes one well.

When hormones’ high, person is quite unwell;
Both eyes protrude, hands tremble, heart is fast;
Though hunger’s ravenous, the person melts;
She sweats a lot and loves a cooler clime.

With lesser hormones, women gain much weight;
The bowels fail to move and menses’ high;
Heart’s slow; skin’s cool and hair is sparse and dry;
The lady cannot bear the winter’s cold.

A normal butterfly sits in its place, unseen;
It keeps the body, mind both healthy, fit.

Fondly dedicated to faculty of depts.
Of General Medicine and Surgery, KFMSR, CBE
Copyright by Dr John Celes 20-10-2015