One day I was eating some cereal
I poured some milk into my bowl of charms
I’d love the ideal to not eat an eel
The bowl of charms did not taste like an arm

The sweet sugar dissolved into the milk
Oh how I love the taste of the sugar
The milk is like a perfect version of silk
The taste of sugar isn’t like a booger

I am really hoping it’s not an eel
There was a long slimy eel in my bowl
I see it eating my delicious meal
I screamed at my sis-she doesn’t have a soul

The eel slipped out onto the hard ground below
This memory is one I’ll ne’er let go