We've been through so much, highs, lows, and the occasional snow.
O Pricker, O Pricker, I will miss you.
You have enabled me to see those blood sugars that make me go, "Whoo!"
O Pricker, O Pricker, do not fret.
My Mom won't throw you away, at least not yet...
O Pricker, O Pricker, I will store you in a special place,
So no one, not even a bug, can harm your non-existent face.
O Pricker, O Pricker, I will remember you always.
All 365 (or on Leap years, 366) days.
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| Its casket is a glucose tabs bottle. |
One that will let me test my blood, especially after I eat a cinnamon bun.
O Pricker, O Pricker, I now have a One Touch Delica.
But, this new one will not be your replica.
O Pricker, O Pricker, I could be lazy like a basset.
Now my new one needs me to scout out a certain lancet.
O Pricker, O Pricker, Rest in Peace
I'll miss you as much as I don't miss a beet.
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