Hold the Milk, Put back the sugar



They are powerless to console 



We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes



from our late friends cereal bowl.







Breakfast clubbers say the motto



that he taught us to repeat



"You will lose it in your gym class if you wait till noon to eat"







Back when the chess club said our eggs were soft



Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft



Oh none of us knew his check out time would come so soon



but before his brain stpped waving he composed this tune







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When the toast is burned



And all the milk has turned



And Captain Crunch is waving farewell



When the big one finds you



May this song remind you



That they don't serve breakfast in hell







Breakfast clubbers drop the hankies



Though to some our friend was odd



That day he bought those pine pajamas



His check was good with god







Those here without the Lord



How do you cope



For this morning we don't mourn



Like those who have no hope







Oh rise up Friut Loop lovers



Sing out sweet and low



With spoons held high



We bid our brother "Cheerio"!!!







Chorus:



(Repeat until fade)