Here’s a young lady who brooks no interference with her lawful rights. When it comes to corn flakes, it’s gotta be Post Toasties and nothing else but — they’re so crisp. So golden-tasting, so sweet and special. So hurry to the store, Mother, and tell the man you want some more right now.
No fair! Here’s Sis home by twelve — and what’s her reward? Not a single solitary Post Toastie. Naturally she’s about to raise the roof. ‘Cause no other corn flakes taste so good — morning, noon, or midnight.