The Pharmacist is my shepherd; I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie down with plenty of pillows: he leadeth me to drink the still waters. He restoreth my health: he leadeth me in the paths of pharmaceuticals for his name's sake.
Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of sinusitus, I will fear no mucus: for thou art with me; thy pseudoephidrine and thy Mucinex they comfort me.
Thou preparest a tablet before me in the presence of mine viruses: thou anointest my head with menthol; my nose runneth over.
Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life: and I will dwell in the house of Wal-greens for ever.