As she cooked the usual slop,
Of pickled, rancid cow eyeballs,
And freshly baked horse plop.
They took her in their spaceship,
That had landed on the moon,
They shot off across the stars,
We won't be seeing her soon!
Good riddance to the Dinner Lady,
I bet you think I'm rude,
But thanks to those thoughtful aliens,
We finally get good food!
The day that I grow up,
I'm going to win all the trophies,
All the medals, caps and cups.
I'm going to score loads of goals,
They'll chant my name from the stands,
I'll be on the telly all the time,
The bestest soccer player in the land.
I'll be the captain of my country,
I'll play on foreign grounds,
I'll marry a sexy young pop star,
And make me a million pounds.
And then one day when I'm older,
When I'm not a young little pup,
I'll shake hands with some bloke from FIFA,
As I lift up the World Cup!
Who one day just couldn't stop farting,
The smells from his bum,
Didn't half reek and hum,
And they made a huge noise departing!
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