When the virus menace overruns my nasal cavity,
and to sleeps sweet embrace I cannot reach.
When on the mucous acts the force of gravity,
What can save me from a sleepless night?

The answer arrives in a coat of silver armor,
along with it a glass of a crystal clear liquid.
What lies in front of me is not much of a charmer,
Hail!Hail! the mighty tablet the great Cetricine.

My mind it does flood and clear all my worries away,
I am free to fall into sleeps dark and warm embrace,
but if I stay conscious too long my mind will often stray.
Still I thank the tablet for the relief it brings to my somber day.