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Ode To McRib
by RFUS
On another planet,
somewhere far, far away
A little alien sits and wonders
who's eating the McRib today?
Do Nebraskan farmers eat them
as they mow their lawns?
Could it be a European,
a little kraut boy named Hans?
You see, in the wonderful city of Frankfurt
Mcrib is a permanent menu item
but in the states it's not
why does Mcdonald's refuse to supply them?
Many nights I sing for the sandwich
like a Baptist in a choir
but salvation is not what I ask for
it's the McRib that I desire
For McRib I would traverse the swamps
where there's alligators, it's hot, and muggy
If the McRib could be found in the desert
I would invest in a dune buggy
I would let Mike Tyson eat my children,
no, this is no fib
I would eat a thousand rusty nails,
just to have you.....my McRib
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