Breakfast

Hold the milk, put back the sugar

They are powerless to console

We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes

from our late friend's cereal bowl.

Breakfast Clubbers, say the motto

that he taught us to repeat:

"You will lose it in your gym class

if you wait 'til noon to eat."



Back when the Chess Club said our eggs were soft

every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft

Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon

But before his brain stopped waving, he composed this tune:



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WHEN THE TOAST IS BURNED

AND ALL THE MILK HAS TURNED

AND CAPTAIN CRUNCH IS WAVING FAREWELL

WHEN THE BIG ONE FINDS YOU

MAY THIS SONG REMIND YOU

THAT THEY DON'T SERVE BREAKFAST IN HELL



Breakfast clubbers, drop the hankies.

Though to some our friend was odd,

that day he bought those pine pajamas

his check was good with God.



Those here without the Lord,

how do you cope?

For this morning we don't mourn

like those who have no hope



Oh, rise up, Fruit Loop lovers -

sing out sweet & low

With spoons held high

we bid our brother, "Cheerio!"



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