When your stomach rumbles,
That’s when you mumbled,
“I am hungry. What to eat?”
Will it be a snack or a treat,
Or will it be a large feast?
Will it be delicious and sweet?
Or it be spicy and steamed from heat?
So much to choose for food,
That puts you in a mood.
How was it? Was it good?
Hoped it was a great meal,
That’s the best deal.
No matter the time,
You won’t mind.
It’s ordinary to be hungry.
Mmm food.
There’s so much to enjoy,
So it’s okay,
To pick something to eat,
No matter what day,
You had ate.
After that, you say,
“Mmm food.”
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Bass Man Eddie
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