We munch and munch and munch away,
What oven baked and dough once lay,
Not caring for a little bead,
That fall from our fingers to our little feet.
Crumbling and tumbling from a slice they flow
'Oh, no! Oh, no! Down we go!'
Slipping and sliding, desperate for grip
Hoping to hang onto either lip.
And soon enough we walk away
From the crime scene of yesterday
Where more of his friends had fallen too
'Where do we go?' 'Don't know,' said a few.
Slowly but surely six legs appeared
And more soon came, all packed and geared
Lifted them up above their tiny heads
'We're moving, we're moving!' in fear, they said.
They traveled far and traveled wide
On vertical paths and cracks so tight
Passed on from a six legged head to head
Wishing they stayed where they were instead
Assembled amongst the forgotten and old
The products of carelessness and occasional mould
What once was flour and sugar and yeast
Is nothing more than an insect's feast.
Ferenc the Faun loved to gloat
Of how he was half man half goat
The right amount of taurus skin
And a human soul within