Fast Food
A clown named Ronald
Sold us on McDonalds
Then the King came to play
Saying have it your way
Old Dave squared the deal
Inviting us to Wendy's for a meal
The Queen has ice cream treats
Old Arby has the meats
Bojangles danced in with chicken and tea
But the Colonel holds the secret recipe
When along came a chick from down GA
Goes by the name of Fil-A
She refuses to work on a Sunday
Yet it is her pleasure to lead the way
Copyright © Kenneth Cheney | Year Posted 2024
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