Eats Song

(to the tune of "Hail, Hail, the Gang's All Here")

Soup, soup, we all want soup,

Tip your bowl and drain it, let your front teeth strain it.

Hark, hark, that funny sound, listen that slurping round.

Meat, meat, bring on the meat,

Fresh and juicy cow meat, ham and pickled pig feet,

Lamb chops and pork chops too, any kind of meat will do.

Fish, fish, we must have fish,

We don't want it bony, nor a little phoney.

Fresh, fresh, we won't eat stale, any kind of fish but whale.