Uncle Ben
The rice I use is Uncle Ben’s
Or was until today,
For just like Aunt Jemima,
Uncle Ben will go away.
He’s leaving with a friend of his
Named Mrs. Butterworth.
Like Aunt Jemima, she is known,
By many, for her girth.
To think of all that packaging
About to go to waste!
I hope that their replacements
Have, in both ways, better taste.
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