Animal Feet
If you live somewhere where you can't get ready cooked animal feet
there's no helping you!
Not even chicken feet?
Not even a potluck, at your chosen place of worship?
I'd have said not even pig's feet
But I want that "you" to include you all too.
You live somewhere where you can't get ready cooked animal feet?
Isn't that rough!
You don't like animal feet?
Alright, but isn't it rough??
I haven't lived in places like that myself,
In a lo-o-o-ng while.
But it's hard to forget, living somewhere
where you can't get ready cooked animal feet.
Note: as for,
Mr. & Mrs. Ketchup is spicy,
that you does exclude you. "Just Saying".
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