Hold the milk, put back the sugar

They are powerless to console

We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes

From our late friend's cereal bowl

Breakfast clubbers, say the motto

That he taught us to repeat

"You will lose it in your gym class

If you wait until noon to eat"

Back when the Chess Club said our eggs were soft

Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft

Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon

But before his brain stopped waving, he composed this tune

When the toast has burned

And all the milk has churned

And Captain Crunch is waving farewell

When the big one finds you

May this song remind you

That they don't serve breakfast in [heck]

Breakfast clubbers, drop the hankies

Though to some our friend was odd

That day he bought those pine pajamas

His check was good with God

Those here without the Lord, how do you cope?

For this morning we don't mourn like those who have no hope

Oh, rise up, Fruit Loop lovers; sing out sweet and low

With spoons held high, we bid our brother "Cheerio!"

When the toast has burned

And all the milk has turned

And Captain Crunch is waving farewell

When the big one finds you

May this song remind you

That they don't serve breakfast in [heck]

-SZ-