A fountain made of coffee
A river of flowing tea
The ground is made of cake
The clouds are made of cream

I'm not very picky
I'm not hard to please
I'll have, perhaps, a little cheese
Or soup or fish or meat

I chew and swallow quickly
My tummy screams in glee
I seem to have forgotten
How wonderful a meal is

But as the plate empties
As I have the final bite
The taste becomes sour
The place becomes dark

The guilt that starts to sink in
The thoughts of what I've done
It seems that I've behaved
Like a beast, a cow, a dog


I need to get it out
I claw and push and pull
But the effort is pointless
My tummy likes to be full

It must never ever repeat
I won't ever ever eat
Why is it so hard?
Tummy, why do you cheat?

But a gift has been placed before me
Long and thick as chalk
I swallow one, and two, and three and four.
Now I won't have to hurl.

About  kidneys, liver and heart I care none
As long as I have this gift, there's no problem near,
All I have to do is sit
And wait for the next meal.