You’ve been wearing genes since your birthday
And in the back pocket was a thing called DNA
But what does this information mean to you?
Why should you care about that hullabaloo?
(Now, let’s not be annoying and name drop jargon
Like transcription, haploid, homologous, or exon.)
So, you don’t read IKEA’s directions for assembly
But your DNA is something you have to study
To put it plainly, DNA is your body’s instructions
That little guy tells everything how to function
Chromosomes hold DNA like paper for a present
Until… two people you know created a natural event
That magical day when your parents got together
(I know – the thought makes us all slightly shudder)
Well, not only did your father finally strike home,
He also gave your mom one of his chromosome
And when this DNA joined with your mother’s set,
That was you – a balanced result of their DNA duet
With two chromosomes, information convenes
This is when you slipped on your first pair of genes
In your instructions, DNA are actually the letters
Which sometimes form words in special sectors
These words are your genes – each code for a trait
Genes must be un-coded to see what they translate
So, from your DNA, a jumbled alphabet sequence
Words are genes, the start of making some sense
Genes are codes for proteins, which can be read
And tell you to be tall, left-handed, or a redhead.
They also digest your lunch, or attack the flu
Honestly, there is little that a protein cannot do
The process is like translating a recipe into English
So you know how to make that yummy curry dish…
