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| I get up in the morning, or sometimes afternoon, Go to the kitchen, grab a bowl and a spoon, It's breakfast for one, I'm all by myself, So I look at the selection of cereal on my shelf. There's so many there, Which one should I choose ? They all taste good, I just can't lose, Except for Frosted Flakes, cuz they're GREAT !! Fruity Pebbles are awesome, I could eat a whole crate. Count Chocula is good, I wonder if he's vicious, I like Lucky Charms cuz they're magically delicious. I put the cereal in a bowl, and add bovine wine, I start to get excited, cuz I'm about to dine. I look inside the box, and right before my eyes, There's some kind of toy, what a surprise !! I just wanted cereal, this is fantastic ! Of course it's made, of a hundred percent plastic. I'm munchin' and crunchin' gonna have another bowl, I've had so much sugar, I'm out of control !! I like Honey Bunches of Oats, I buy it out of habit, When I eat Trix, I have to fight a silly rabbit. Sometimes I eat two different cereals at the same time, I usually like them soggy, so they're quiet as a mime. I put Grape Nuts in a bowl into a small pile, Drown them in milk, and wait a couple while. I like Cinnamon Life, and love the original too, I like old fashion corn flakes, and stuff that's new..... to be continued.... |
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