In the hushed silence of an ordinary day
A tale unfolds in a most peculiar way
With a single fry, the stage is set
For a saga of loss, we won't soon forget
In the depths of despair, I stood so proud
Holding my fry, golden and loud
But fate intervened with a cruel twist
As my grip faltered, it slipped from my fist
Ah!
Oh, the agony of watching it fall
My precious fry, I hear its call
To the cold, hard ground, it did descend
Leaving my heart broken, my soul to mend
The anguish of seeing it land
In a puddle of sorrow, where dreams expand
My once crispy delight, now soiled and marred
A symbol of loss, forever scarred
Ah!
Oh, the agony of watching it fall
My precious fry, I hear its call
To the cold, hard ground, it did descend
Leaving my heart broken, my soul to mend
In the aftermath, I pondered my fate
How such a small tragedy could resonate
But in that fry's demise, I found a truth
Life's fleeting moments, a bitter sleuth
With a hundred more fries in sight
I've realized, it'll all be alright
Though one may have met a dismal fate
I've got plenty more to appreciate