In my preparations to move and all, I'm cleaning and found an interesting little poem I cut from some book way back in high school. It's short and funny, and preferenced by the words:
CHILDREN (singing)
Three hundred million people
Livin' fast and livin' good
On burgers made from cats and dogs
And burgers made from wood,
And burgers made from oven mitts
And burgers made from glue
And burgers made from God-knows-what
And burgers made from you.
Just thought was silly and arbitrarily odd. Take care, everyone!
Knaa'mean?