This is called the "one leg."
When I was little, I was not allowed to touch things. So now, I carry a stick and I poke.
I am much taller in the morning.
Remember, there are no ropies! YEP!
You get his left
And I'll take his right
And just so you know
Ladies get the first bite.
Oh that is so sweet
You are so very nice
But how can I bite
When he has such sweet eyes?
He was born to be sweet
To be on this plate
Now hurry and dig in
Before it's too late.
His days are numbered
His aging has begun
And who wants to eat
A stale cinnamon bun?