| ed my kneaded husbandfrom a dough-machine | | | | I took another step or twoto cast my poor self |
| mishap. | | | | down. |
| He was waiting on the crescent rollswhen death | | | | "Don't Jump! You still have life to live." |
| took him from his nap. | | | | I thought, who could this be? |
| My life, no longer bearable, so | | | | Then I looked inside the hotel room. |
| I wandered through the streets. | | | | My eyes, did they deceive?! |
| I spied the crowded restaurant wheremy love | | | | A little fry was standing thereupon his crusty end. |
| and I did meet. | | | | He was begging me to come inside,my life, please |
| I left that fast food havenwith my last meal, so I | | | | not to end. |
| thought. | | | | I know this must sound crazy, but |
| I checked in at the Budget Innto end my life, why | | | | Ole Softy saved my life! |
| not? | | | | I bought him at McDonald's witha burger |
| I climbed onto the window ledgelooking over my | | | | "super-sized! |
| small town. | | | | |