Shapes now,
And shapes to come,
Donuts, Pizzas,
Round our shape,
Buns and buttons,
Bursting cottons,
Shirts and Shapes.
Rounded Earth,
More round our waist,
We take up, double the space
USA, you're out of shape!
Donuts, Pizzas,
Tootsie rolls,
That's the way,
The body grows,
'Hey Jose, we're running low,
Please bring out the Chili Bowls'
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Ain't it the truth, too much blab and too much blubber. Talking trash and eating it.