A crumb,
Never knows another,
crumb,
As scrumptious is,
For it takes at least,
a good half slice,
And a thorough lick of the thumb.
But if it were t’other way,
Craving could over come a crumb,
And imagine it malicious,
If we’d all bake,
Cannibal, ballistic cake.
Murder!
Mayhem!
Squeals and shouts of ‘Yummmm!’
Till on the whole of the plate,
There’s nowt but a crumb.
Thanks goodness,
A crumb,
Never knows another.