Dropped in the bowl, I am a Cheerio;
Milk surrounds and milk is my guts;
Other humans make a meal of cereal;
Dropped in the bowl, we are Cheerios.
Floating around, in existence ethereal;
None in control, we are also nuts.
Dropped in the bowl, I am a Cheerio;
Milk that surrounds me becomes my guts.
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