I found my pills,
Rolled down a steep hill.
Rolled down a steep hill,
'Gainst a brown shoe.

Headache won't still,
I knew very well,
It lingered until,
I took pills, two.

My mind on my pillow played,
Pain's screech melody.
But aspirin that vowed to fade
Were never to be.

Headache departs,
But left me quite ill.
Wish that pill's a thrill
Like those happy pills.

My mind on my pillow played,
Pain's screech melody.
But aspirin that vowed to fade
Were never to be.

You might restart,
'Cause you were so shrill,
Since you were no thrill,
I do carry pills.