I cherish thee, olde friende of mine.
Methinks thou hast a magick art
that banished demones from my heart.
Thy brought to my dimme worlde a shine,
uplift’d me from deepe decline,
my sicken’d soule ail’d greatlye till
I founde thee, little happye pill.
Oh, dearest friende, Fluoxetine,
thou sav’d me, and now I art thine…
I owe thee honour and respecte,
e’ermore shalt I stay in thine debte.