There were two bottles of milk
Their names Yig and Yog,
Who planned a daring escape
In the early morning fog.
Forced to become cereal killers,
The mere thought; made their white blood curdle,
As they struggled to free themselves
From their plastic milk-crate girdle.
Yig said to Yog:
"If you make it to the newspapers,
Tell 'em everything that's passed-your-eyes,
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