Tony the Tiger sleeps in the bowl
And me right along by his side
Waiting for the day to make its way
And the sugar surge to be our guide

Homogenized as the TV lies
On the days upcoming events
Pasting our capes with frosted flakes
To combat every hit that we get

With utensils in hand we'll spoon our way fed
The moment we wake from this dream
Then it's back in the box where we hide the whole lot
Tony the Tiger & me