Only In Defeat Can a Giant Bee Fair
So go ahead take it,
take my number one recipe as a trophy,
if I were you I would name it the Irish McCain Dip,
all the Irish ever eat are potato chips;
one pound of whipped Philadelphia Crème Cheese,
one pound of sour crème,
one pouch of Knorr Onion Soup Mix,
one heaping tablespoon or so of dry onion flakes,
one cup of milk,
before you chill it for one hour or so,
stir until one with bits,
the lights that turn to stone,
this dairy delight is easy on the salt,
suitable for royal indulgance.
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