Datsy

What power I hold within my hand, this tenuous nerve, oh mighty hypoglossal nerve,
With what power you hold o’er tongue and cheek, setting worlds ablaze.
Did you love? Did you kill?  Were you the nerve giving lovers thrill?
I hope you used your power well, it feels of life, and of good will.
But just as likely as the first, you could have been rude, hasty and mean
Lest I too be made a fool, your miniscule size might the world to rule?
Might you be of German descent? Helping a tyrant tongue to vent?
But let me not unjustly presume; now I see a mother did properly groom.
Oh, most mighty hypoglossal nerve, the envy of sinews, muscles and nerve
I set you down with great respect, oh mover of tongue and cheek, rest in peace.