Yesterday, he came with lots of butter
Some yellow, some white, some grey 
Silent as ever, not a word did he utter 
His beautiful butters lay ready to prey

The sun was hot like a frying pan
It melted the butters and the man
Came evening, away the melting goes
By night, once again the butters froze

Today, a huge chunk of butter is it
The breakfast smells of milk and cheese
A diet very healthy indeed
But for that little blood and bone to tease.