Look at all those hipsters Eating right from the trees Look at the skinny s**ers Always sh**ting flabby I won't eat no damn thing That can't previously walk I need food providing Decent nutricious facts Ketchup is the one vegetable I'm ok to swallow Congrats Mr Reagan For that thoughtful law I might consider french fries To go along my steak If their name did not sound So definitely gay I grew here on the land Of the pilgrim fathers Those who fed on bisons, wild geese Longhorns and hare I won't give up heritage For that hype green rubbish Nor change my T-bone steak For diuretic black radish The only real sad thing About my fellow meat Is that it's fed with gra** In theory at least