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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.




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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

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Mr. Fortune had a daughter who was always quite unlucky. I guess that's why they called her Miss Fortune.

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