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atilla, atilla

the dreaded honey monster

with his honey monster hordes

swept through these lands

from sweet wheaten steppes

in the distant east

bringing e-numbers & death

& hyperactive yoofs

so old king quaker fled

& took his oats with him

in the age of sugar puffs

until the forces of

the rice krispies triumvirate

of snap, crackle & pop

of the kellogs dynasty

fed in from the west

so on this very spot

a bloody great battle

was fought with spoons – not swords

in this very bowl

until the cow mooed

then the milkman drowned them all

back in breakfast times

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