This is one of the really daft poems that my brain randomly chucks into my head from time to time. Thank you, Brain. This is just the sort of thing I need during a conference call.
Sing a song of marbles,
Marbles are so fine
I'd sing of marbles daily
But I haven't got the time
Instead I sing of toadstools
And toast, and tea and cake
Which have one thing in common
Good songs and meals they make
Except of course the toadstools
But that's not quite their fault
This song is very silly
So perhaps I'll call a halt
