When God made the buzzard, the toad and the snake;
As well as the worm and the rat,
He stirred what was left of the entrails and ends,
In an air-tight asbestos vat.
From this corrupt mass of intestines and muck
He skimmed the most rancid, I hear,
And took it away to a corner in hell
And from it produced a food profiteer.
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