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My name is Tommy Tastebud And I live here in your face. I wonder what is coming As you sit there saying grace. My friends and all my family Dwell together on your tongue, We're soaking in saliva When the dinner bell is rung. The roast beef is a little bland, We know it's not your fault. But you could lighten up our lives With just a pinch of salt. While you're having turkey Slip lots of dressing in. We like noodles and the gravy, That drips out, and down your chin. Put ranch dressing on the salad Drop some ketchup on the fries, Spread some steak sauce on the T-bone. Steaks!--We taste buds idolize! Please don't send us tapioca But that apple pie is nice, With that goop around the apples And the crust with tasty spice. Oh, pizza is a favorite. We love sausage, gooey cheese, Pepperoni, peppers, mushrooms-- Hold those anchovies, please. You have good taste in goodies. And we enjoy a nice big mac. We have a lot of faith in you And now I must go back. Forgive me please for speaking, I'll stay quiet from now on, If, when you eat OUR hot dogs, You will use some grey poupon.
--Grandpa Tucker |
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