Potato Chips
-Henry
Potato chips, potato chips;
Your fats and things
that plague my hips.
Humpty Dumpty, Lays and more
I'll look just like
a giant whore.
I'd rather you be trans fats free
It'll make us happy, you and me
It'll slim us down,
We'll see our feet;
It'll cut down all our excess meat
(which on the bus, will clear up seats)
So just sit down and hear me out
Unless you'd like to see me pout.
These chips of yours that line our shelves
that'll send us on our way to hell.
Instead, lets have some nice fresh fruit
An alternative; a healthy route.
An apple, orange, a kiwi too
Don't you know it's good for you?
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