One cute little honey bun, round and round,
Many loved it, for its delicious plum.
One day, it had lost its plum,
None cared about the cute little bun.

Tumbling and tumbling, it did go,
To find its sweet round plum.
Couldn't find it anywhere,
Tears started coming out of now-where.

Sitting beside a flowing lake,
Whispering to god, for the plum's sake:
" I wish i had my sweet round plum,
To Have the same old fun "

Crying and crying, for its sake
Started drowning in the lake.
Bit by bit, losing its form,
Finally melting into the puddle.