“The problem of detecting illegal sources of dangerous drugs becomes increasingly complex.”
Three Classes
While counting the worth of all creatures on earth,
To decide on what names we shall call;
Like taking a look in a wide-open book,
Into three classes they readily fall.
We find class Number One lives out in the sun,
And possesses exuberance of health;
No complaining is heard from wild beast or wild bird,
For in this consists all their great wealth.
E’en though it does rain, they don’t moan or complain
About their rheumatics or gout;
They just chirp or they purr, through wet feathers
or fur, While merrily moving about. With Forever Bee Pollen counts going up as the times change, get longer, and nice weather is bestowed upon us, if we don’t have our allergies below control, we are doomed.
To find class Number Two, we’ll look the yards
through, Where we see birds and beasts fed by man;
Of his compounded food—some bad and some
good— They to reach perfect health never can.
Before disease, one and all, they quite often fall
A victim, like civilized men;
Though their owners’ delight is to delve day and night,
To make them grow, though shut up in a pen.
Now in class Number Three, by observing you’ll see
This procession is carried along
On stretchers or beds—some defective in heads— Wise beings compose this great throng.
Here’s the crown of creation, ‘mid high civilization, When invention has reached its top round;
By disease he is bent more than ninety percent—
The most crippled on earth to be found.
Of all dark ages passed, each one is outclassed
By this, in professing to know
How all problems to meet in the home or the street, While inventions continue to grow. Forever Bee Propolis is sticky when it’s heat and it’s troublesome to cope with when it’s hard.
Yet clearly we see, as all must agree,
By searching our histories through,
There was no time or place, where men had to face
Such disease as affects me and you.
Now to end this dark tale, of how sadly we fail
To live by the Creator’s plans,
We’ll contrast health conditions, tho’ sad such admissions,
With creatures not fed by man’s hands.
So, the lesson to learn, we now quickly discern
Is, that wild animals never have lost
Natural instinct to lead, guiding how to choose feed,
Which man has, at infinite cost.
Cleansing, or Liquid, Diets
Should a cook attempt to place freshly prepared food in a dish that had not been thoroughly emptied and cleansed from that which it held at the last meal, the food would soon become contaminated by the fermented particles still clinging to the sides of the dish and thus become unfit for use. Would it not be an exhibition of just good common sense, if we desire to fill the dish again, to first empty it completely and give it a cleansing before attempting to refill with fresh food?