Both are round and extremely beautiful
So far so nice and I am wonderfully pleased
But little later the moon goes under cloud
And the bread in no time swells her belly
To find out the reason I scratch my head
In the mean time the bread hisses up and say
Why do I go to praise the spotted moon?
Before I say anything justifying my logical act
The bread violently blasts itself and instantly dies.

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