Epicure
He ate a caterpillar sandwich
Just to prove he could do it
He just gritted his teeth and
Chewed his way right through it
He washed it down with turpentine
Which he preferred to any wine
Ate a chunk of matured horse
As his favoured second course
His dessert was a trifle smelly
Being served in an old welly
Frog legs steeped in prunes juice
Just to keep his functions loose
If it was edible he would try it
Really liked a varied diet
His fame grew as a gourmet minger
Celebrity status as hash slinger
Every week with language obscene
He appears on your TV screens
He doesn’t care what you think
Doesn’t need respect or thanks
Just keeps checking his accounts
In his five or six offshore banks
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