I'm afraid to eat
My lover's deadly fare.
Bush exclaimed that she's a heck
Of a cook, so I'm scared.
Don't wanna eat
(No rancid meat)
Her deadly fare.

She got some prawns, they're Tiger,
Exhumed them from the muck
Where everything was dyin'
And lyin' on it side,
In crude oil stuck.

Don't wanna eat her deadly fare.
She's serves year-old raw turkey neck
With mold that looks like hair.
Ain't gonna eat
(No ptomaine treat)
Her deadly fare.

Basted coli, E, and salmonella tripe.
A big sign that reads BEWARE!
Should always be in sight.
Her chicken feet,
With it replete--
Bird flu, I swear.

She got some cake from Niger,*
It was yellow, this stuff,
Eat that and I'll be dyin',
My Geiger's past red line. . .
Can't count enough.

Ain't gonna eat her deadly fares
She's makin' me a nervous wreck,
So I don't get three squares.
She rarely heats
(those meaty treats)
Her deadly fare.

I'll beat a retreat from her deadly fare!


*for rhyming purposes, pronounced NIGH-zher.