I gnawed away and yawned, betrayed
Belied beside my flooded eyes
Its piquant flavor made it hard to savor
And then fresh milk's our only savior
My moocow gleams at astral scenes
Does maths and finds the astral size
In light curves greyed by errors made
They're lacrimate in the prospects of a
Tender ending, fender bending
Losing teeth and faith in faeries
Distrusting dawn to show more than hide
Or that my reign will affect a great abide
So chew
Or you
will fry