Once upon a time there lived a yeast cell called Buddy
Who was loved and cared for by everybody
He lived in a palace of glass and steel
Right on top of a big green hill.
He loved to dress up, and play and travel
And was always ready for a nice warm cuddle.
But one thing bothered Buddy at night
When the palace staff all left the site.
He felt alone and scared in the dark
And couldn’t wait for the day’s first spark.
He was a cutie, slightly chubby
Yellow, green and purple, soft and fluffy.
He visited places all the time,
Even once pursued a crater climb.
He longed for someone just like him,
But thought the chances were quite slim.
As time passed by, the thought remained,
But no solution came to his lonely brain.
The pressure soon became too much
He grew so round he could hardly budge!
Soon he couldn’t walk or move,
So he just lay down, stuck in the groove.
Early next morning, he yawned and groaned
And suddenly his other side moaned.
There were four limbs, a belly and head,
That smiled at him and mischievously said:
“Good morning, how are you today?
What a wonderful place you have to play”
And suddenly Buddy understood,
His weight, his size, his changing mood.
He had his longed-for friend at last!
“But what shall I call him?” Buddy asks…