We always wondered how it'd happen--

How we would die.

Always thought it'd be epic;

Always predicted a good why.

We imagined maybe an explosion,

Or with a soft cry.

Maybe a slow decay,

Or aliens, oh my!

Instead, we should have looked out

For that evil little guy.

Should have shined less

And avoided his eye.

'Cause sticking us in the microwave

Is a bad way for forks to fry.