Would you care for a roast, sirloin, or chop
from something that can fly, wriggle, or hop?
Can I interest you at all
in an entree that used to crawl?
A finelyy prepared ceviche
out of something crawly and creepy?
Wouldn't that me quite a marvel
to dine on something that is larval?
I can make a bit of money
if I can get you to eat something from a bee, but not honey.
I just need you to believe it's delicious,
this hors d'oeuvre that's a chrysalis.
Just need an opportunity for selling
the concept of vermicelling
and convince you to, in a patty or a link, a grub, chew,
I mean, I really want to bug you.
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