But when the little reprobate,
Eats greedily and puts on weight,
Its appetite for element twenty,
Pooh-poohs the level that once was plenty.
Regardless that its cries for “More!”
Rob our bones and fill our gore,
With great amounts of calcium,
That ruin our equilibrium.
So what’s to do when one is stuck,
With a greedy gland that’s run amok,
You find out that
Than the Outback Bowl and pirate lore.
A fellow named Norman, surgeon by trade,
Has tamed that glandular renegade,
He knows how to track him to just where he be,
By a procedure known as sestamibi.
He makes a slit down below your chin,
Then with his tools he reaches in,
And before that gland knows what he’s about,
He snips it off and he pulls it out.
Now in that procedure I just explained,
Most surgeons are not ever trained;
When asked to do it, they only frown,
And quickly arrange to be out of town.
So if by chance you feel like heck,
From a whatchamacallit inside your neck,
Just get on the Web without delay,
Call Norman and Politz on