Give me a cookie,
I sing. It’s less a request
And more my anthem
The trees lose their leaves
While I get full. Soon they’ll
Be as clean as my plate
My green ball is gone!
No, there it is. All is well.
Schroedinger’s ball is outside
Ate all my breakfast
Then had meds, pumpkin, and fish
It’s breakfast dessert
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