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There's a Monster at the Door

Feet called us here he's such a dear he's worried with our fate
The eyes refused to show because they think it is too late
I blame that sloth the pancreas he's not doing all he can
I say take visit to the doctor and let him do a scan
Stomach said the doctor's always saying that he's too biggish
Tummy, one thing's for sure he will never call you priggish
Settle down people we're all in this together
Sure we may get ill but we always gotten better
Let's hear from the pancreas please sir do chime in
You all know it is my job to make some insulin
I know my output's lacking no matter what I do
I think there is a problem and that's my point of view
There's a monster called diabetes and he's banging on the door
And if we don't get some outside help we'll be alive no more
Now listen friend just be like us don't give up in defeat
Doctors care is what you need and watching what you eat

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