When half my bagel’s been eaten right through
I usually say it just can’t be true

When half my bagel is chewed up and gone
I scream and throw objects out on the lawn

When half my bagel’s been shoved down my sac
I would do anything to get it back

When half my bagel succumbs to my bite
I weep onion tears the rest of the night

Yet deep down in my stomach’s heart I know
When half of it’s gone, there’s still half to go

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