Round and Wheaty,
Dropped by my sweetie,
It's Cheerios on the floor,
Cheerios on the floor.
Underfoot they crunch much louder,
As they become ground like powder.
It's Cheerios on the floor,
Cheerios on the floor.
I try, I try to get them away.
I pluck, I sweep, I pick and I pray.
They come, they go,
They knock me low.
I try, I try but crazy I go.
Found in all rooms,
Escaping all brooms,
It's cheerios on the floor,
Cheerios on the floor.
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