Have you ever read the Pout, Pout Fish?  It’s new to us as of a few weeks ago but this rhyme is already committed to memory.  (My son loves it.  And my daughter finds it beyond silly.  Blub, bluub, bluuuuub.)  

Because I’ve read this thing several dozen times … today … I keep adding verses and removing them and rewriting it in my head.  Which means a diabetes version creeped in, somehow.  

Which means I’ve posted it here.  Because why not?  Bluuub!!

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The Lazy Panc

Deep in the body
Where the guts hang out
Lives a glum gloomy organ
With an ever-present pout

“I’m a lazy panc
And my islets don’t care
And I give the diabetes
To the lady out there.”

DI AAAAAAH BEEEEETES

Along comes a bagel
With a big, open hole
And some words of advice
To run up the flagpole.

“Hey, Mr. Panc
With your lazy beta cells.
Don’t you think it’s time to make
Some insulin as well?”

Says the Panc to his friend,
“Nice thought, Mr. Bagel.
I hear what you’re saying,
But I’m just not able.

I’m a lazy panc
And my islets don’t care
And I give the diabetes
To the lady out there.”

DI AAAAAAH BEEEEETES

Along comes a Treadmill.
He’s here to join the group,
His track just keeps on going
On an ever-lasting loop.

“Hey, Mr. Panc
Whatcha doin’, where ya been?
I wish you’d be less stubborn
And just make some insulin.”

Says the Panc to his friend,
“Mr. Treadmill, I’ve been here.
I’d like to join your workout
But I’d rather disappear.

I’m a lazy panc
And my islets don’t care
And I give the diabetes
To the lady out there.”

DI AAAAAAH BEEEEETES

Along comes a pump,
Quite the sleek and modern fella.
He is black and he is shiny
And his beeps are a capella.

“Hey, Mr. Panc.
You seem grouchy and so hopeless.
Would you like a little boost?
I can give you a small bolus.”

Says the Panc to his friend,
“Mr. Pump, my old chum.
Sure, I’ll have a bolus
But I’m still a sad old crumb.

I’m a lazy panc
And my islets don’t care
And I give the diabetes
To the lady out there.”

DI AAAAAAH BEEEEETES

Now along comes this … thing
With its silent silver healing.
The panc had never seen before
This bright and patient Hope.

It approaches Mr. Panc
But instead of some advice
It wraps itself around the Panc
Which feels so very nice.

Mr. Panc is most astounded.
Mr. Panc is just aghast.
He is shocked to find that Hope
Has brought a smile here at last.

“My friends,” says Mr. Panc,
“I should have known it all along.
I thought that I was lazy,
But it turns out I was wrong!

I’m a lazy panc,
But I still do shit.
All these enzymes that I make
Keep that girl out there from getting sick.

And even though my insulin
Production is a nope,
I’m warmed by possibility.
I’m ready for some hope.

So I’ll hope, hoooope, hooooooooope.”

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