Anything!

            Following orders, foreswearing crunch.

            I had liquid breakfast and gooey lunch.

            I lived a life by a la carte.

            Gazed at plums with lust in my heart.

            I won’t lie, the week’s been tough.

            Dietary orders stunk.

            I can now consume the rough.

            I can eat all sorts of junk!

            I can eat anything.

            I can have celery that’s fresh.

            I can eat anything.

            I can graze and gnash.

            Now’s the ever-loving time.

            I can chomp or I can nibble.

            I can eat beans off the vine.

            Gorge my self on hippie kibble.

            I can chew wheat germ nibs.

            Gnaw the trim if I desire.

            I can call bran muffin dibs.

            I’m so unrestricted, I’m on fire.

            I can eat anything!

            Bleached flour was a bore.

            I can startle Peter Cottontail.

            Dine with him on all fours.

            I’ll eat that gorp that bears can’t smell,

            that they sell for when you camp.

            I can gambol for a spell.

            Request a dance with the standard lamp.

            I’ll be all ‘twigs and berries’ style.

            Have the kimchee I’ve craved so.

            Steal grapes from the produce aisle,

            ‘till they say I have to go.

            I can eat anything.

            The world’s my oyster, the diet’s through.

            I can eat anything.

            Hey! I can have some oysters, too!

            I can eat anything!