The cavern's spoken,
My stomach has growled,
It's time to get up
And face a new day,
I wake up hungry
Each and every day,
There is a story
I was born hungry,
Sucking on my fist
Just after my birth.
So without a doubt
I think about food
It started at birth.
A cup of coffee,
And a piece of toast
Is my breakfast plate.
That's all it will take
Don't want to be late.
Got to keep movin'
Rumbling quakes await
What growling sounds to make
Embarrassing sounds
Interrupting sounds
Humanly strange sounds
The cavern awakes.
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