Oh did you take dirt and fry?
It is extraordinary to do,
Take a fried brain, so good I could cry,
And especially if it has extra goo.

I am a Moulden, so I like this food,
I am a golden Moulden, so I like this food.

Talking is cheap, people follow like sheep.
I wish they would make up their own minds.
Some say can't spell it, they sure won't eat it.
Pretty sad, they just sit on their hinds.

All these times you could have food that you like ,
When instead you eat food that you're told.
You could be having some eyeballs fried,
Or if I may be bold, have some mold.

Silence makes old, but at least you have choice,
Silently push the plate away or eat up more.