triple one O is a breakfast treat
my darling says it's rather neat

I serve it more days than not
and it hits the old hunger spot

I had it this morn as the sun rose
the smell of it teased my noble nose

triple one O is simple fare
and no other breakfast can compare

here's the code keep it secret I beg
three fish fingers and an egg

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