Italian Pride
Italian pride is on my mind,
Got a big family, one of a kind.
,always something cooking in the pot,
You'll always want to eat a lot.
Meatballs, basil, lots of cheese,
Take some more of whatever you please.
No matter what we are always loud,
It's okay because we are all proud.
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