We love Friday nights
Culinary delights
Are what we concoct
We cook our dinner
Every recipe a winner
(If we’ve restocked)

We note with despair
The larder is barer
Than the cupboard Ma Hubbard did comb for a bone
But my dogs are so tired - let’s make inspired
Soup from a stone
Nothing much is required

It’s chowder and curds
I guess it will do
Chowder and curds
Are you having thirds?
It’s chowder and curds
A random mélange
Oui oui, très étrange
C’est chowder et curds
Chowder and curds

It’s bad, ’though we tried
But we were misguided
Potatoes and peas, some old cottage cheese,
And the last of the mayo
A squirt of fish sauce, the sign of the cross
(To quell our unease)

It’s chowder and curds
A really weird stew
Chowder and curds
This stuff’s for the birds
It’s chowder and curds
What we had on hand
A mishmash unplanned
This chowder and curds

Chowder and curds
This stuff in a bowl
I’m scared and revulsed
Chowder and curds
Chowder and curds