Too much time spent trying to crawl into a hole   Trying to crawl out of that hole      I followed a path of a piece of a bread, traveling   From one little sparrow's beak   To another little sparrow's beak      He picked it up, flew with it and then dropped it, then   This other one picked it up and flew with it and again   Then they broke it into pieces   Ate it up and forgot that it ever existed      They were still hungry, at the end   They were still hungry at the end      I was inside my office at the time   And I got real scared   Thought I saw two snakes slithering   Then I remembered:   Snakes don't live in carpeted areas      Too much time spent   And I'm spent      There is an old meatball wrapped inside of tinfoil   Lying on the bottom shelf of our fridge   A lesson in how fleeting preservation is