Duck, Snails and Paella,
Roll up, roll up, Roman fella,
I have a hunch
You’ll need your lunch.
Snails, Paella and Duck,
Will bring you great good luck,
Duck, Paella and Snails
As the lava flow trails,
Glides, slides down Vesuvius’ sides,
You’ll hear the screams and wails
As you yell a
Farewell, away you will flee
Hot footing it, literally, down to the sea,
And you’ll give a kind thought to the seller,
Of Duck and Snails and Paella,
Who provided the fuel to the coast,
Where you think you’ll avoid being roast,
Where you’ll hide from the tide
In a sea cave or grotto
Where yet you’ll be boiled alive, like a squid
And not feel that I did you much of a quid
And won’t live to do me a pro quo,
But in that last moment at least you will know
Your last meal was duck, snail Paella,
And not boring old slug, goose Risotto.
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