I can't pass the salt without takin' a lick,
I'm a bear in a man suit, it gives me a kick.
If she plans on abscondin' with the Morton's container,
There's sea salt hidden in the cupboard for later!
But she'll never remember this donchatell,
My tiny container of gourmet Fleur De Sel (hehe)!
And if all of it's found and she's dancin' for joy,
I'll just have a sip of the juice of the soy.
I've saved this for last, it's the best donchasee -
It's the taste of the skin that's been kissed by the sea! (hers)
(Every word here is very serious so forget about it)