Green Things
There are green things in my bread, Mum
And
I really can’t think why.
Perhaps it’s something rather
awful
That’s been dropped down from the sky.
Is it a sign that the
end is near
And how should I prepare?
I’d better eat my chocolate
bar
And is my comic there?
There are green things in my bread, Mum,
It
really is a scream.
Will we get into the papers?
Will I get to meet the
Queen?
Have the Aliens landed?
Is it some kind of seed?
Will I become
like one of them
Or turn into a weed?
There are green things in my bread,
Mum,
Yellow and black things too.
But they're not so good as green
things,
I think green is best, don’t you?
And what about this
-
Perhaps it's a plot by the store
to kill off all the customers
So
they can’t come back for more.
There are green things in my bread ,
Mum,
But no matter how I try
I can’t think who has put them
there
Nor find the reason why.
Lynn Winter