Gelatin

Clippity clop.
Chip chop.
Down goes the prey.
Grind. Ground.
Ingredient found!
No longer free to play.
Simmer. Stew.
Solid. It's true!
The colored gelatin forms.
Slippity slurp.
Satisfied burp!
To a snack, the life conforms.

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