Verse 2

I went into the nucleus to ask how to get home,
And got genetic info, stored in a chromosome.

I went into a cell, and stretching o’ so far,
Was a thin and wavy network, it’s called the E.R.

I went into a cell, trying not to be perplexed,
By the packaging and sorting in the Golgi complex.

I went into a cell, and said “who makes proteins here?”
And somebody responded “it’s the ribosome, my dear.”

I went into a cell, and was feeling pretty fine,‘Til a lysosome engulfed me, and dissolved me in enzymes.