Once there was a village on a cliff beside the sea
Where there lived a little boy and girl, as cute as cute can be!
And their parents – how they loved them! It was plain for all to see,
As they watched them play and squeal and sing around the cherry tree!
But one dark day the demon came to strike them in the night,
The children shook, their eyes were wild, it was an awful sight!
The parents called the doctor in to do what e’er he might,
And village elders rallied round to aid the parents plight!
There lived a wise man in a cave that bordered on the shore,
So word was sent to seek him out and learn the ancient lore,
For would a balm of potent herbs the children’s health restore?
The parents feared that they would see their children play no more…
The wise man came and saw at once their glucose had gone low…
He rubbed molasses in their cheeks, and as he turned to go
Declared it was their insulin that struck the children so –
It worked too fast! There must be found some way to make it slow!
‘You must go out and seek a trout, that pretty river fish,
And squeeze it dry of semen and collect it in a dish,
Then mix it with the insulin, and you shall have your wish
For it will work with far less haste, and naught shall come amiss!’
A trout was caught, its gonads squeezed as they hung it from the rafter,
Then insulin was all mixed in – a daily task thereafter,
And soon the village rang again with peals of children’s laughter!
Thus ends the tale, as good tales do, in happy ever after!