Carter’s Little Liver Pills
by Debby Cameron
(Cover: 19th century poster advertising Carter’s Little Liver Pills)
If Carter has any little liver pills,
he doesn’t know where they are.
He’d like to get a look at them,
maybe put them in a jar.
He really wants to find them,
but he doesn’t know where to look.
He’d never even heard of them till his nonnie wrote this book.
They might be yummy little balls of rolled up cookie dough.
They might be yucky nasty things.
There’s just no way to know.
What good are liver pills anyway?
What is it that they do?
Would they make him feel him all better if he came down with the flu?
If his mommy made him swallow some, would they melt and slide on down?
Or would they smell like rotten eggs and squinch his face up in a frown?
If only he could find them . . .
He’d plant some in a flower pot to see if liver pills grow.
He’d throw some in the air to see how high they’d go.
He’d throw some in the bathtub to see if liver pills sink.
He’d hold one up to Grandpa’s nose to see if liver pills stink.
He’d hide some in the water spout and see if Spot could sniff them out.
He’d feed one to his monkey and one to Marley’s doll.
He’d throw some out the back door
And roll some down the hall.
What if Nonnie made them up and there’s no such thing at all?
But if they do exist and they belong to him,
he’ll look everywhere to find them.
Oh no! He had a thought!
A thought that made him shiver!
What if he’s already swallowed them
and they’re in his little liver?