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I liked Cap’n Crunch as a kid, although my Mom wouldn’t buy it for me (Honeycombs were as far into the sugary cereal realm as she would go). I do recall their amazing roof of the mouth shredding abilities, though (Cap’n Crunch, not Honeycombs). Man, those things stayed nice and crunchy in milk.

[discostu]

I still like Honeycombs as a snack food, the things are too big to eat with a spoon, but grabbing a handful they’re tasty.

[PATRIOT1876]

Hold the milk, put back the sugar
They are powerless to console
We've gathered here to sprinkle ashes
From our late friend's cereal bowl.
Breakfast Clubbers, say the motto
That he taught us to repeat:
“You will lose it in your gym class
If you wait ‘til noon to eat.”

Back when the Chess Club said our eggs were soft
Every Monday he'd say grace and hold our juice aloft
Oh, none of us knew his checkout time would come so soon
But before his brain stopped waving, he composed this tune:

[Chorus]
WHEN THE TOAST IS BURNED
AND ALL THE MILK HAS TURNED
AND CAPTAIN CRUNCH IS WAVING FAREWELL
WHEN THE BIG ONE FINDS YOU
MAY THIS SONG REMIND YOU
THAT THEY DON'T SERVE BREAKFAST IN HELL

Breakfast clubbers, drop the hankies.
Though to some our friend was odd,
That day he bought those pine pajamas
His check was good with God.

Those here without the Lord,
How do you cope?
For this morning we don't mourn
Like those who have no hope

Oh, rise up, Fruit Loop lovers -
Sing out sweet & low
With spoons held high
We bid our brother, “Cheerio!”

-Newsboys