And,

Hark the herald angels sing,
Beecham's pills are just the thing,
They are gentle, meek and mild,
Two for man and one for child,
If you wish to go to heaven,
You must take a dose of seven,
If you wish to go to _____,
Take the cardboard box as well.


This was inscribed in my autograph book when I was very young, and it saved me during a bout of college depression. Someone nicked my aspirin, and all I had was the little round card pill box of Beecham's pills, intended to keep my digestive system working, forced on me by my mother. Strange how things work out.