So long ago, well, cells were still happy
And lived in a body, t’was strong and not shabby
But somewhere in there
Did not so well fare
Were some cells who had their lives hard and quite scrappy
And so many proteins, all throughout the cells
Wanted to just break out, right out of their shells
They wanted more space,
A roomier place,
They turned to neighboring lands looking to dwell
Now there was one cell they called Austro-Hungary,
And there were some parts in him he found quite scary
A lysosome came,
Of Serbian name,
Who took out some organelles deemed necessary
The Austro-Hungarian cell gets quite upset
And then they give the Serbian lysosome threats
They had someone’s trust
Germanovirus
And declare war when all their demands ain’t met
But France and the Russians are friends with the lys
And they think the Serbs are really quite nice
And through membrane proteins
Entered the two pro teams
And brought with them a new cell fighting device
Now this cellular war was a war of great mass
And soon the parties brought H2 O2 gas
They killed off each cell,
Made everything hell,
While endocytosis just crushed cells like glass
New weapons and immune systems kept on raging
While stalemates ‘tween viruses and cells kept waging
But then at long last
The fight came to pass
When Germanovirus had a forced disengaging
But trouble for Germanovirus came soon
As lack of glucose and ATP ensued
With no jobs around
No energy found
The Germans had nothing to eat; had no food
Germanovirus, he hated this fate
He rallied the proteins to restore the state
His support soon milled
His opponents killed
As he told all proteins that he’d make them great.
He riled the cell up with anger in store
Coaxed them into fighting, keep fighting some more
And… well you can guess
Just what happened next
As soon came the fight for the Second Cell War
When I was young,
I was told
I should always
Appear bold
They told me to
Show my stance
And to always
Take the chance
Then I followed
Their guidelines
It put me on
The sidelines
So I have learned
A lesson
That silence is
A blessin’
Once I learned to
The improvement
Was profound
Remember.
Remember the verdant needles
Of the proud pines, standing tall
Remember the warm air
Whispering through their full branches
Remember the cloudless azure sky
The sun illuminating the glittering water
That trickles merrily over smooth pebbles
To disappear beyond a tall, mossy rock
Remember.
Now the chill wind shivers through the
Bare bonelike branches
That point like accusing fingers towards a
Sullen sky gray with clouds
The stream is frozen,
a crude and stagnant
Mimicry of its former life
I shuffle through dead, decaying leaves
Blissfully ignorant of the bitter, biting wind
Remembering.