Breakfast Song

Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powerless to console
WeÕve gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friendÕs cereal bowl

Breakfast Clubbers, say the motto
That he taught us to repeat:
ÒYou will lose it in your gym class if you wait til noon toeatÓ

Back when the Chess Club, said our eggs were soft
Every Monday heÕd 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 CAPTAIN CRUNCH IS WAVING FAREWELL
WHEN THE BIG ONE FINDS YOU MAY THIS SONG REMIND YOU
THAT THEY DONÕT SERVE BREAFAST IN HELL
Breakfast clubbers, drop the hankies
Though to some our friend was odd,
that day he bought those pine pyjamas
His check was good with God
Those here without the lord,
How do you cope?
For this morning we donÕt 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 ÒCheerio!
chorus (repeat til fade)