Food

[mjfrombuffalo[$]]

Eleanor Rigby picks up the rice in the church where a wedding has been
Lives in a dream
Waits at the window, wearing the face that she keeps in a jar by the door
Who is it for?

[theworm[$]]

I'm just a blueberry
a very very very very fine berry
I really don't deserve to be made into a fruit preserve
It gives a blueberry the blueberry blues.

[mjfrombuffalo[$]]

Never heard that one, but it sounds awfully cute!

When I'm seen in a hurry, there's probably curry
At the Siamese or at the Glutton
When I look full of gloom then I've lunched at the Tomb
On cabbage, rice pudding and mutton

[theworm[$]]

Is this one cute?

No matter how young a prune may be
he's always full of wrinkles
A baby prune is like his dad
but he's not wrinkled half so bad

[mjfrombuffalo[$]]

When the family assembled for Sunday dinner,
With their minds made up that they wouldn't get thinner
On Argentine joint, potatoes and greens,
And the cook would appear from behind the scenes
And say in a voice that was broken with sorrow:
"I'm afraid you must wait and have dinner tomorrow!
For the joint has gone from the oven-like that!"
Then the family would say: "It's that horrible cat! It was Mungojerrie--or Rumpelteazer!"-- and most of the time, they left it at that!

[theworm[$]]

Tempted by the fruit of another
tempted but the truth is discovered

[mjfrombuffalo[$]]

He can do any trick with a card
or a spoon and a bit of fish paste
And if you look for a knife or a fork
and you think it is merely misplaced
You see it one moment, and then it is gone
You'll find it next week lying out on the lawn

[theworm[$]]

I know the cake looks funny daddy
But i sure tried
Oh with all that I've done wrong
I must have done something right
TO deseve a hug every mornin
And butterfly kisses at night

[mjfrombuffalo[$]]

You'll remember me when the west wind moves
Upon the fields of barley

[theworm[$]]

Maid Marian on her tiptoed feet
pulling mussels from a shell

[mjfrombuffalo[$]]

Now I drive my Downeaster Alexa
More and more miles from shore every year
Since they tell me I can't sell no stripers
And there's no luck in swordfishing here

[theworm[$]]

Winnie the Pooh doesn't know what to do
got a Honey jar stuck on his nose

[mjfrombuffalo[$]]

We were at the beach
Everybody had matching towels
Somebody went under a dock
And there they saw a rock
It wasn't a rock
It was a rock lobster

[theworm[$]]

Cupcake came from a slick and shiny home
A place where water was clean
Light puffy frosting done up in a dome
Candy bits stuck in the cream

[Redlass]

If you like to talk to tomatoes,
If a squash can make you smile,
If you like to waltz with potatoes--up and down the produce aisle:
Have we got a show for you!
VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales
VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales, VeggieTales
Broccoli, celery, got to be Veggie Tales
Lima beans, collard greens, Peachy keen!VeggieTales
Cauliflower, sweet and sour, half an hour, VeggieTales

[theworm[$]]

Tell me did you sail across the sun
Did you make it to the milky way to see the lights all faded
And that heaven is overrated

[Redlass]

Mrs. Mooney has a pie shop,
does a bus’ness, but I noticed something weird:
lately all her neighbors’ cats have disappeared.

[theworm[$]]

four banana three banana two banana one
all bananas playing in the bright warm sun
flipping like a pancake popping like a cork
fleagle bingo drooper and Snork

[mjfrombuffalo[$]]

Take me out to the ballgame
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and crackerjack
I don't care if I ever get back

[theworm[$]]

I heard it through the Grapevine
not much longer will you be my baby

[Redlass]

(warning: long one)

MRS. LOVETT: Here we are, hot from the oven.(She holds it out to him)
TODD:
What is that?
MRS. LOVETT:
It's priest.
Have a little priest.
TODD:
Is it really good?
MRS. LOVETT:
Sir, it's too good,
At least.
Then again, they don't commit sins of the flesh,
So it's pretty fresh.
TODD (Looking at it):
Awful lot of fat.
MRS. LOVETT:
Only where it sat.
TODD:
Haven't you got poet
Or something like that?
MRS. LOVETT:
No, you see the trouble with poet
Is, how do you know it's
Deceased?
Try the priest.
TODD (Tasting it): Heavenly.
(MRS. LOVETT giggles)
Not as hearty as bishop, perhaps, but not as bland as curate, either.
MRS. LOVETT: And good for business — always leaves you wanting more. Trouble is, we only get it in Sundays . . . (TODD chuckles. MRS. LOVETT presents another imaginary pie)
Lawyer's rather nice.
TODD:
If it's for a price.
MRS. LOVETT:
Order something else, though, to follow,
Since no one should swallow
It twice.
TODD:
Anything that's lean.
MRS. LOVETT:
Well, then, if you're British and loyal,
You might enjoy Royal
Marine.
(TODD makes a face)
Anyway, it's clean.
Though, of course, it tastes of wherever it's been.
TODD (Looking past her at an imaginary oven):
Is that squire
On the fire?
MRS. LOVETT:
Mercy no, sir,
Look closer,
You'll notice it's grocer.
TODD:
Looks thicker.
More like vicar.
MRS. LOVETT:
No, it has to be grocer — it's green.
TODD:
The history of the world, my love —
MRS. LOVETT:
Save a lot of graves,
Do a lot of relatives favors ...
TODD:
— is those below serving those up above.
MRS. LOVETT:
Everybody shaves,
So there should be plenty of flavors ...
TODD:
How gratifying for once to know —
BOTH:
— that those above will serve those down below!
MRS. LOVETT: Now, let's see ... (Surveying an imaginary tray of pies on the counter) We've got tinker ...
TODD (Looking at it): Something pinker.
MRS. LOVETT: Tailor?
tow (Shaking his head): Paler.
MRS. LOVETT: Butler?
TODD: Subtler.
MRS. LOVETT: Potter?
TODD (Feeling it): Hotter.
MRS. LOVETT: Locksmith?
(TODD shrugs, defeated. MRS. LOVETT offers another imaginary pie)
Lovely bit of clerk.
TODD:
Maybe for a lark ...
MRS. LOVETT:
Then again, there's sweep
If you want it cheap
And you like it dark.
(Another)
Try the financier.
Peak of his career.
TODD:
That looks pretty rank.
MRS. LOVETT:
Well, he drank.
It's a bank
Cashier.
Last one really sold.
(Feels it)
Wasn't quite so old.
TODD:
Have you any BEADLE?
MRS. LOVETT:
Next week, so I'm told.
BEADLE isn't bad till you smell it
And notice how well it's
Been greased.
Stick to priest.
(Offers another pie)
Now this may be a bit stringy, but then, of course, it's fiddle player.
TODD: This isn't Fiddle player. It's piccolo player.
MRS. LOVETT: How can you tell?
TODD: It's piping hot.
(Giggles)
MRS. LOVETT (Snorts with glee): Then blow on it first. (TODD guffaws)
TODD:
The history of the world, my sweet —
MRS. LOVETT:
Oh, Mr. Todd,
Ooh, Mr. Todd,
What does it tell?
TODD:
— is who gets eaten and who gets to eat.
MRS. LOVETT:
And, Mr. Todd,
Too, Mr. Todd,
Who gets to sell.
TODD:
But fortunately, it's also clear —
TODD: MRS. LOVETT:
That everybody But everybody
Goes down well with beer. Goes down well with beer.
MRS. LOVETT: Since marine doesn't appeal to you, how about rear admiral?
TODD: Too salty. I prefer general.
MRS. LOVETT: With or without his privates? "With" is extra. (TODD chortles)
TODD (As MRS. LOVETT offers another pie):
What is that?
MRS. LOVETT:
It's fop.
Finest in the shop.
Or we have some shepherd's pie peppered
With actual shepherd
On top.
And I've just begun.
Here's the politician — so oily
It's served with a doily —
(TODD makes a face)
Have one.
TODD:
Put it on a bun.
(As she looks at him quizzically)
Well, you never know if it's going to run.
MRS. LOVETT:
Try the friar.
Fried, it's drier.
TODD:
No, the clergy is really
Too coarse and too mealy.
MRS. LOVETT:
Then actor —
That's compacter.
TODD:
Yes, and always arrives overdone.
I'll come again when you
Have JUDGE on the menu . . .
MRS. LOVETT: Wait! True, we don't have JUDGE — yet — but would you settle for the next best thing?
TODD: What's that?
MRS. LOVETT (Handing him a butcher's cleaver): Executioner. (TODD roars, and then, picking up her wooden rolling pin, hands it to her)
TODD:
Have charity toward the world, my pet.
MRS. LOVETT:
Yes, yes, I know, my love —
TODD:
We'll take the customers what we can get
MRS. LOVETT:
High-born and low, my love
TODD:
We'll not discriminate great from small
No, we'll serve anyone —
Meaning anyone —
BOTH:
And to anyone
At all!

[theworm[$]]

Well baby I surrender
To the strawberry ice cream
Never ever end of all this love

[mjfrombuffalo[$]]

Turkey for me
Turkey for you<