A stranger called this morning,Dressed all in green and blue,
Put all the food in a sack,And took it to the zoo.
The topping of a pizza,The icing of a cake,
The skin of an orange,The tuna from pasta bake.
The juice of a berry,The ham off a bone,
The wobble of a jelly,The ice cream off a cone.
The apple of a crumble,The pastry of a pie,
The crunch of a cornflake,The potato of a french fry.
A stranger called this morning,He didn’t leave his name,
We live now without food,Life will never be the same.
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