When I see something extremely tasty
I know that somebody would soon be a fatty
I tell myself I wanted that delicious pastry
And think about stopping by the deli
Deep down inside me, I have a longing
And feel a big grumble down in my tummy
To show that I need no coaxing
To pick and choose the food that is yummy
My temper can get as hot as eating a ghost pepper
Especially when the dish is not to my taste
But I also like foods that are as hot as amber
And enjoy every bit so that nothing goes to waste
I have great appreciation for food
That puts me in a good mood