When I was eight years old
I felt that she was nice enough
...She sent my mother cold !
She said "you could do better"
But I think she tends to dote
She said she'd sent a letter
To a local Porridge Oat
I said " I'm fairly happy
and my life is quite complete
She said "Your dear old pappy
Was a piece of shredded wheat
I never feel that frisky
Everyday you hear me moan
"I'm just a poor Rice Krispie
And I like to be alone"
I know I'm not quite ready
Not just yet at any rate
A rather saucy shreddie
Lately asked me for a date
But I had to refuse her
And it's not that I don't care
There's quite a pretty pop tart
And I might run off with her
