Oh, white cells thou art warriors
In my battle 'gainst the dirt,
You recognize what's me and not me
As with pathogens thou flirt.
And when these bugs come near thee
Thou gobble or scoop them up,
And blast them all to smithereens
On debris thou then sup.
I thank thee for thy vigilance
Without which I'd be dead,
And peaceful is my rest to me
When down I lay my head.
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