June 13, 2008

Home of the Deranged

Home of the Deranged
(To the tune of Home on the Range)


Oh, give me a home where blood sugar doesn’t roam,
And the kids and teenagers play;
Where seldom is heard a diabetes word
And my head is not cloudy all day.

Test test in the range,
Where the kids and teenagers play;
Where seldom is heard a diabetes word
And my head is not cloudy all day.

How often at night when the room isn’t bright
In the light from the glittering meter
Have I stood there amazed and asked as I gazed
If their glucose falls between 80 and 130 mg/deciliter

Test test in the range,
Where the kids and teenagers play;
Where seldom is heard a diabetes word
And my head is not cloudy all day.

Where kids are in range, and ketones aren’t strange
and the parents get to sleep through the night
That I would not exchange a home in the range
For all of the cities so bright

Test test in the range,
Where the kids and teenagers play;
Where seldom is heard a diabetes word
And my head is not cloudy all day

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