After finishing every sentence,
He let out a sigh,
so that the fawns could go back
To their sugar-coated land
Of candyfloss clouds, apple crumble meadows and milk chocolate rivers.
After finishing every hard boiled egg,
He made a hole in the bottom,
So the witches couldn’t use the shell as a boat,
And sail across the wide river,
To kidnap the fairies and demand ransoms from the big crooked giant.