I ate a slice of toast
With butter, jam, and spice
I said, "This toast tastes good!
I'll have another slice!"

Bread went in the toaster,
And yummy toast came out,
And none could understand
Just how this came about.

So I asked my toaster
"I do not know," he said.
I whack'd him with a sledge.
My toaster now was dead.

And ne'er more knew I joy,
For ne'er more had I toast.
I had killed my toaster-
My soul in hell would roast.

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