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The Menu.
Who put salt in the custard
and sugar in the meat pie?
Who baked a cake with potatoes
and where is the apple pie?
There are onions in the fruit pudding
and cream cheese in the banger's and mash.
There's black pepper in the salad
and the carrots need a wash.
The turnips have boiled all soggy
and the peas are running loose.
It should be chicken on the menu
but rat is what they've used.
The chef he says, 'just try it.
It's tasty you will see.'
'Sorry chef I'm fasting
and that's all too much for me.
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