For the Great Burrito
Every bean that I addressed
solemnly pledged to do his best
for the great burrito.
By God, I told them, they were blessed,
that they were better than the rest,
and sliced an avocado.
I poured them into a pot, inside,
and boiled them until they cried,
declaring them finito.
I played a bugle and I sighed,
"how sad that they had died",
and gorged on my burrito.
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