The Taco Song Poem by David Welch

Mexicans make many things,
but the best is tacos,
bull-fighting is kinda cool,
not as cool as tacos.

Cheese and chips and refried beans,
folks put them in tacos,
awesome spices in the meat,
the soul of the taco.

You can buy them in the street,
lots of folks sell tacos,
or in a cantina seat,
they should sing of tacos.

You don't need a plate to eat,
the genius of tacos,
as a setting their complete,
need no frills with tacos.

Have them wild or with heat,
either's great with tacos,
some use fish they caught at sea,
that is one strange taco.

Get chorizo, get the steak,
now I want some tacos,
money can't buy happiness,
but it sure buys tacos…