Rosalie, for all the women I've known!

For all the seeds I've grown,

Oh, children, for the love I've, owned?

Oh— oh, for the life, I've mourned!

Mama, my sister,

My cousin, my babysitter,

Oh, my, assigned bread,

Bread?

I used to be hungry, placement,

Eleventh, eleventh place,

Old man grunge,

And fudge!

Baby, I'm hungry,

Maybe I'll eat a cutie pie?

Maybe I'm standing in line,

Maybe I'm waiting,

For a pass,

A good word,

An embarrassed, little nerd!

Aw, I gotta go,

Just let me catch it,

Just let, me fall,

Oh! The selfishness,

The— starfish!

I have yet to see one!

Maybe, in the distance,

Now I really gotta go,

The fruit?

I’ll savor it later.