Ode to the Pituitary
O, master gland so mighty
Proudly mounted in that cup,
Controlling all and sundry
You keep me standing up!
Glucose, thyroid, growth, and sex,
All submitted to thy whim,
Were it not for all thy grace
I wouldn't be a him.
Sleeping thou dost give me,
And eating, dinner and sup,
Were it not for cortisol
I'd never getteth up.
So care for me, thou tiny king,
And I will care for thee,
By wearing oft my helmet,
And keeping poison free.
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