Moldy Bread

How many times have you wanted a sandwich?
So, you went to go get your bread
And you saw that nasty green fuzzy stuff
Growing like the hair on your head

There's nothing in the world like moldy bread
It can really kill an appetite
They say, that's how they make penicillin
But that still don't make it right

It looks like an anchovie but only greener
They're both pretty nasty to me
And, sometimes, when it's late at night
You take a bite before you see

Now, you've got a furry tongue
With no place to spit it out
So you're running around like a mad man
And flapping your arms all about

Did I mention there's nothing like moldy bread?
Just to think about it makes me sick
I might even need a shot of penicillin
So, I guess I'll give my bread a lick

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