PILLS



Once there was a preacher
Who thought he was so grand.
Every Sunday was the same - 
A sermon he had not planned.

From the pulpit he would ask
For someone to loudly shout
A subject for him to ponder
And in moments to preach about.

But one Sunday he was surprised
At the answer that occurred.
"Preacher, talk about pills"
Was the subject that he heard.

And from the pews there was a wave
Of laughter mighty loud
To which the preacher no attention paid
But did himself mighty proud.



Well, Brethern, that's a subject very deep
For you know as well as I
That there are many kinds of pills
To take before you die.

There are pills for the head, 
And for the stomach too.
There are big pills and little pills
In colors from white to blue.

Pills for the aches, pills for the shakes
Some for whatever bothers you.
Square, round, long and short,
You can take a lot or just a few.

Expensive pills and cheap pills
Help keep your ills away.
But the best pill of all is the GOS-PILL
And that's what I'll preach today.