Poutine

Oh we sing of yummy food, 

Of poutine’s delicious fries, 

Is there any food more good? 

Use what God gave you, your eyes. 

See the molten gravy on, 

Gobs and chunks of melting cheese;

Hear our voice as we do plea, 

“Extra cheese and gravy please.” 

Oh the tantalizing scent, 

Foodies falling to their knees;

When my stomach calls to me, 

“Can I get a poutine please.”