They gave us three carrots, three apples, three flapjacks and scroggin
Whoever decided these portions deserves a good floggin'
They should be forced to sing Nickleback
In their birthday suit, on top of a yak
Then made to watch every Shortland St show
In chronological order, then backwards in slowmo
Or maybe I'm being a little bit rude
I'm learning to really treasure my food