Growing tired of the chase
the White Rabbit decided
If he wanted his cereal
He needed a new game plan
Heading to a sports store
He purchased a baseball bat
To Be used in the pursuit
Of his own special game
He Was going to become
A true cereal killer
No longer would he bow
To whims of snot nosed brats
Gorging their rotten lips
On future type 2-diabetes
He found them in a kitchen
High on Wild-berry Blue
Only this time he would taste
The fruits of Red Berry Swirl
Cocking a crooked smile
He raised the baseball bat
To educate the children
That his tricks aren't for kids
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