Little Girl hides her lunch.
She made it herself.
There's only an apple in a brown paper sack.
2 years, a bowl of her favorite ice cream.
Orange cream for her toast ala'mode.
Drinks a Diet Crush and calls it blood,
Washes it down,
Now it's okay to be full.
Does it with class.
Does it without hiding,
Because everyone deserves a little Toast Ala'mode,
To be done with class.
In the presents of strangers.
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