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 till' 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:
Chorus:
When the toast is burned,
And all the milk has turned
And Cap’n Crunch is wavin' 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 and low
With spoons held high
We bid our brother «Cheerio!»
chorus (repeat til fade)