We lions pride ourselves on a hardy, hearty breakfast,
With paws and claws stretching over the
Checkered red and yellow tablecloth
What better way to start the day
Figuring out a word puzzle, a maze or
Just blowing on a plastic whistle, part of a prize
(Ignoring parental rantings of the day's expectations)
Our cereals were dear to us because
You could get lost in them
Liono's gave us courage
The courage
To live our names
As we filled our bowls
And crunched and munched
And clawed and drawed
In
Dry blooded round rubber
Extra fresh
Tubes responsibly meeting
FDA requirements
Keeping cholesterol in check like
In a caged zoo
Those sweet inner un-cubes
Had us aghast
What a blast
Till the day we were told
Liono's will give you worse than a
Head cold
Finally those autistic symptoms of lions running alone in the
Jungle
Could be explained:
Liono's are to be blamed.
So go back to the Meat Pack
Y'all
A good breakfast needs
A good drumbeat
Hail, hail! Roar, Roar!
