Pink and gum figure thou art,
The fundamental organ of locomotive action,
Green and yellow you keep apart,
You fill the senseless with great satisfaction.
In great anguish you instil hysteria,
You conceal the thoughts of insincerity,
The errors in the stream you name hyperglycaemia,
And like the Pharisee you invent hypocrisy.
To reason is your footstool,
Yes, mankind is treasured for the free gift,
Life to you is but a mere fool,
Yet you have predicted tectonic uplift.
I know indeed that there is population scatter,
How is this? Through the grey matter.