Oh lookie here upon the ground –
what yummies do I see?
Delicious looking cakes I’ve found
all left here just for me.
I’ll swallow one – oh no, it’s hard.
It must’ve gotten stale.
But that’s ok, for my pillard
will take it, without fail.
I just don’t care what they all say.
I know I see a cake.
A rock they tell me – throw it away!
Your neck will surely break!
But swallow it, that’s what I did.
Oh no, I start to choke!
Will someone help me? Heaven forbid
that this is where I croak.
Oh thank you, kind and handsome sir
the one I see each day.
My servant surely, untrained cur,
he never goes away.
Ok, I’ve learned my lesson now.
I won’t make that mistake.
But look – there’s something on the ground.
Oh yay! Another cake!