Take three butter's away,
"Three hundred seventeen" it sceamed...
When I began my weigh.
"You're fatter than the day before"
It laughed as I stepped on.
The progress you were so proud of...
Appears to be long gone!
Tomorrow we will start again
And eat like a little bird.
I'll strive to quickly make up ground...
On that you have my word!
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