To ill is scourge hazard of modern man; The way of life which tricked you leaves you weak. Before it pounced, prevent you must! You can, Your visions blur, your limbs cut, your times bleak. Avoid refined sweetness pure, you should know, The more you love to eat the more you crave; Your sweet tongue urged pleasures deals a cruel blow, The more you indulge, closer be your grave. This sickness gradual erosion of health, Like shrinking pools merciless sun would drain. A diabetic's woe: no amount of wealth, Could stop the vines that binds and break the chain. Without remedy and won't heal for good, So sweat, please monitor intake of food.