Oh Golden Chin
How short your life had been
Stuffed and fed
Now you're dead
Crammed with fatty foods
Stuffed with sugary goods
I saw you grow and bloated
Lots of gold that you pooted
A chinchompafly you thought you'd be
Float and flutter about so free
Alas cruel fate
When popped by the date
All I have left on this spot
Is a plaque on my garden plot