The BK Kids all donned their crowns
and sang 'long with the clown.
While stackers beat the marching drums...
Indoctrinated, they'd become
another generation round
to wallow in the GMF grease...
Kept in check by hordes of fries
speaking words as smooth
as their favorite condiment.
Are we doomed to become a fast food nation as a result of the Fast Food War? And can no one keep a beat around here? What happened to the forth line in each verse? Hell, I don't know, I just report the news I see.