- cifra
How doth we know what to eat
Shall we feast with thy hands and feet
And the meek sayeth unto thee
Thou spork conceiveth, baby
Mighty sprk, unmighty spork
Thine break with spork divorce
Hath you no shame newborn spork
Plummet whence you came begotten fork
And they gathered around the table
Unto the silverware they spoketh
"Be gone with ye spoon and fork"
Don forth bestow hath spork
