Raisins and things that look like raisins.

I made French toast!

But not just any French toast. It was with cinnamon raisin bread. Scrumptious.

Or so I thought.

I never would have imagined that those tiny little dried grapes would have such an overpowering flavor. Really, they just took the whole darn thing over. I think I'll shy away from raisins in my breakfast from now on, unless they're in oatmeal or cereal. Besides, they look like flies.

Segue!

Here's an old song about being a fly.

The Fly Song, c. 2001

I am a fly
I got one of my eyes on you
But all the others are looking for some food
I've got six legs
And two wings on my back
You will find me
Trying to have your snack

'Cause I'm a fly, that's what I do
I land in food after I land in poo
That is my job, I must confess
It's a job that flies do best

I am a fly
You might think that I am braggin'
My type is house
I'm not a horse or dragon
The female's dig me
Gaze into my thousand eyes
They know that I'm
Pretty fly for a house fly

[offspring breakdown]

(how many legs does a fly have?)
Uno, dos, tres, cuatro, cinco, cinco seis

Yes, I'm a fly, that's what I do
I land in food after I land in poo
That is my job, I must confess
It's a job that flies do best

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