I see a big cluster
Of perhaps a custard
Its evil sweetness
Gives a sweet tooth sadness
The salt overrides the sugar
Because the cavity makes me cry
Some call me big booger
Sometimes I won’t even try
As the farmer breaks his hoe
He cries out in a gentle woe
The now hoe less man cannot buy a new hoe
And the hunter shot a doe
And he yells to the child “go”!
The now iron stained grass
Tastes a lot like brass
And now I know
Why I feel for the farmer
He is so poor
A knight without his armor
Cannot afford his own door
The rich men get cavities
The poor suffer calamities
The world is pointless
The end