Fork
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Oh! Fork, you are so silver and strong.
You help me eat my salad.
This is why I write a ballad.
Oh! Fork with no distinct handle.
Picked up ham, cucumber and leaf
Cheese and Onion and beef
There's not a moment that I think I've got it figured out.
I see the rays of hope behind the growing clouds of doubt.
And I cannot make sense of it as nobody else can.
I've got to follow all the rules, follow God's plan.
