In spite of her left-leaning philosophy
along Ho Chi Min trail she fled Hanoi
so she wouldn't have to eat no more
thousand-year-old Egg Fu Young
she felt too young and craved for them no more
She had a penchant for the dolce vita
Fearlessly came to Pisa
and gorged on Pizza Hut next to its tower
never minding its right wing leaning
thousand-year-old egg
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