i’ve found the truth!

I’ve found it out!
Captain Crunch, you delectable lout!
Beloved colonizer of the Isle of Crunch
Crunchlings you herded, gathered in a bunch!
Compressed and compacted, squeezed and extruded
To create golden corn and oat squares, beautiful and fluted!
Oh what a show!
How could I have ever been so low?
So as to doubt the man with the silver ‘stache
Whose treasure is a silky stash
Kept in boxes, covered with his image
I love you Captain Crunch, and this is no fibbage!
For my past words were folly, ignorant musings
And my sincerest apologies… for all my accusing.

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