CRUSTY, YUMMY SACKS

I love my oven because of the crusty snacks,

I get snacks by wire cleaning my crusty racks,

I say yummy, yummy,

Crusties in my tummy,

And I save on garbage sacks.

THE SPRING OF DECAY

Spring is here and there's mold on my bread,

The flies are breeding, maggots are fat and well fed,

My food all rots away,

It's all in a state of decay,

At least the food I found under my bed.