To the ice berg lettuce in my shoot

Trust in you today
I love that you are not my eye patch
You love that I am your friend
You'll be with me to the end
The children all call you stiff and musty
I call you blessed not dusty
But life is true to our form
And you remain quite warm
You are my trusted doctor I trust
I go to you when I must
I love that you are honorable and decyperable
You love that I am your friend