The fats in the fire
The flames grow higher
give a look,
ask the cook,
Is it Spam? or is it a liar?

The menu at the Spam Café
where Spam is the special of the day
Cold from can
or fried up in the pan,
It's spam, spam, spam, spam, spam every way!

(note-I know from the East Enders that some of the poster here read cafeto rhyme with laugh, but here, in US, it is often rhymed with weigh, day.


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