Knife aflutter, air it sunders; In a fly’s time, its master thunders; Through the flesh of butter and bones o’ clay; The knife slices the first and shatters the latter; ---------------------------------------- In with the blade and out with the red; A bag of flour said and said; ---------------------------------------- Through and through, again and again; Blade a’stab, a’blade o’slash; Aren’t I a good friend; Oh, Rainbow Dash?