Lunch, Maria, meatless maid?
Oh, she just tossed her greens up.
He's a carnivore; she barfs twice a day.
She stands sideways, you can't see 'er,
'Cause she transcends slim, Maria.
Fills up on a Chiclet . . .out comes the finger hook.
A small cap fully enfolds her,
Bones are sticking through her shoulders,
Makes her look a lot like a skeletal woman.

Lunch, Maria, meatless maid?
Always keeps her dish neatly,
Because it's free alimentatively.

Spits food out--she must be thinner,
She's always absent for dinner.
Her friends tell her they can't see her 'cause she's so slim.
Takes a pill to keep her sated.
Had a scone once--almost ate it.
Skippin' every supper and some Slimfast shuns too.

Oh, lunch, Maria, meatless maid?
Scared 'cause she thinks she's stout, too!
Give her a drink, ice clinks and then she'll spew.