After eatin' pounds,
She'd regurgitate.
Her airway was blocked,
Couldn't ventilate.

She's sated before
She'd clean all off the plate.
Cass Elliot heavin',
Till she passed away.

Propped up on her perch—
A lass who hardly weighed.
Unwell, she'd get on her knees,
And in the bowl she sprayed.

Yes, she was skeletal,
And she heaved each day.
Carpenter stopped feedin'
Till she passed away.

You now that each was not real old,
Reaching her final day.
Cass's heart stops beating.
Karen wastes away.

When you're chowing down,
Always moderate.
Whether from a wok
Or barbecue grate.

You can safely store
Enough, but not a spate.
Calibrated eating—
Not too thin or much weight.