Arcoxiology

There is a little pill I know
It sets your tender joints aglow
It lets your stiffened muscles flow

There is a little tab I've seen
It haunts my dreams in silver screen
It jaunts around all dressed in green

And this is how I know it's true
The time has come that I must rue
Now I'm all old and grey and blue

Timor mortis conturbat me
Yet no COX-2 inhibits me
This is arcoxiology.