I'm three years old,
my mummy asks me?
"What ya wanna be when ya grow up,
"A serial killer mummy,
After that she hide the knifes?
[Puzzlement] covered my face, now that's
a big word for someone who's three, spell
check if you want to see.....
"Baby you ok?
[Puzzlement,] "I know go me. She looked
as I did was this look was it somewhat
[contagious] "I know I'm three,
"Yes mummy I'm a cereal killer. I plunge
my spoon in to my breakfast till it seeps
milk then when I've finished I bury it.
"Bury it, yes in the bin mummy there
remains rot and make fertilizer.
"My mummy looked relived,
But I didn't tell her I bury them in the garden,
in the little black bags in the flower bed.
Decaying cereal feeding the flowers nourishment.