Ode to the Liver

Oh, hepar, thou art lovely

As thou ridest 'neath my chest.
I need thee, how I need thee,
When by toxins I be test'.

Thou cleanest up the poisons
And make'st a protein stew,
But 'tis easy for me to harm thee
If I takest too much brew.

So I will not be thoughtless
As I go about life's lotto
I will treat thee with the love I owe
And never get me blotto.