Lard on the Platter
The fat of the land
Making us gladder
And our waist size grand
Til our navels erupt
To outie from innie
Let the "vision" corrupt
And the costs are too many
So fight for what's right
Stop feeding the pig
A resolution's in sight
But it's no government Big Wig
Though blindness frightens from good them all away
The way which rightens is what I'll do anyway
