Delicious Dinner


I'm the best chef you'll ever meet
Come to my table and have a seat
Relax while I prepare your meal
It will surely make your taste buds squeal
You'll eat it all up
And take a few gulps from your cup
Then you'll feel a sharp pain at the back of your head
And your chair will become your deathbed
If only you had asked for my recipe
You wouldn't have been able to help but see
That the main ingredient is human flesh
Most importantly it must be fresh
Now that you're dead I'll cut off your head
And your arms and your legs and your toes
And before you start to decompose
I'll season you up and serve you to
The very next person that was hungry like you
Maybe I'll make a nice human stew
Or a people pot pie or some barbecue
I'll be sure to use every part
The result will be a work of art
I'm the best chef you'll ever meet
Come to my table and have a seat
Don't you worry it will not hurt
But youre not gonna make it to dessert

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