Once upon a time there was a happy bread.
"The happiest bread ever", some said.
But in fact this day he wasn't happy to boast,
for tomorrow, he would have to be toast.
It wasn't that bad you might simply see,
For how bad can becoming toast possibly be?
Well, it's not being toast that little bread fears,
In the toaster, bread could burn from his feet to his ears.
"Don't worry" said his mother, who was smiling with glee,
"becoming toast was the best thing that ever happened to me.
So the toast was still sad, but he went right to bed
and he had a nightmare where he had burnt his head!
He woke up with a fright, all covered in sweat,
And he just was so scared, that the little bread fled.
To a place where the bread does not become toast,
It's the fridge! Where it happens to be to cool to roast.
So he lived there forever,
And it filled him with glee,
And again lived the bread,
and again, he was happy.
