Ode to a Puddin'
There's no nanners in this Puddin, I stand and shout aloud.
Every head turned my way, I had to tell the crowd.
They put in Nilla wafers and tiny bits of cream.
But there's no nanners in this Puddin, I stand and boldly scream.
It's not how mama made it, this puddin is all wrong.
There's no nanners in this puddin, I still will shout it strong.
I've probed the pan from end to end and not one there is found.
There's no nanners in this puddin when I know they should abound.
There's chicken in the chicken and angus in the beef.
But there's no nanners in this puddin. You sir are a thief.
The sign says nanner puddin, we both know it's a lie.
There's no nanners in this puddin, to every soul I cry.
Don't tell me there's no nanners, I saw them on the shelf.
Put the fruit on the table, I'll put them in myself.
But there's no nanners in this puddin, I've searched from end to end.
Put some in right now, sir. On this I will not bend.
There's no nanners in this puddin, it resounds through my head.
Aw, forget the nanner puddin. I'll try the jello instead.
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