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I'm trying not to get overly excited I'm on just this side of freak I've finally gotten the call I've been waiting for The one that for years has eluded me There aren't to many farmers out there That take as much pride in what they grow That's why Chef Boyardee selected me To join their team on SpaghettiO's I've been raising spaghetti for years Spaghetti straight and long and lean So I really see no problem In SpaghettiO transitioning From the natural growth of spaghetti To the famed shape of the SpaghettiO I just need to learn the secret Of how to roll the perfect hole As day one arrives in all it's glory I head out into the fields Stopping during the day only long enough For a delicious Italian canned meal Where I enjoy only the finest ingredients Straight from the heart of this multicolored can From the sweet little O's to the...What color is this sauce?!  "Orange?!"  "Red?!" And isn't the taste a bit overly bland... Oh well... When the day of harvest arrives I bring in the Italians cause everyone knows For generations they have perfected The delicate picking of SpaghettiO's Who ever thought the growing of spaghetti Would bring this farmer so much fame I just received a call from a little known farming cult Who'd like me to try my hand at the growing of Spam After my successful go at SpaghettiO's I'm pretty sure I'm just the man who can
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
SpaghettiO Farming
I'm trying not to get overly excited I'm on just this side of freak I've finally gotten the call I've been waiting for The one that for years has eluded me There aren't to many farmers out there That take as much pride in what they grow That's why Chef Boyardee selected me To join their team on SpaghettiO's I've been raising spaghetti for years Spaghetti straight and long and lean So I really see no problem In SpaghettiO transitioning From the natural growth of spaghetti To the famed shape of the SpaghettiO I just need to learn the secret Of how to roll the perfect hole As day one arrives in all it's glory I head out into the fields Stopping during the day only long enough For a delicious Italian canned meal Where I enjoy only the finest ingredients Straight from the heart of this multicolored can From the sweet little O's to the...What color is this sauce?!  "Orange?!"  "Red?!" And isn't the taste a bit overly bland... Oh well... When the day of harvest arrives I bring in the Italians cause everyone knows For generations they have perfected The delicate picking of SpaghettiO's Who ever thought the growing of spaghetti Would bring this farmer so much fame I just received a call from a little known farming cult Who'd like me to try my hand at the growing of Spam After my successful go at SpaghettiO's I'm pretty sure I'm just the man who can
mike-hauser
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Dec 21, 2013
Dec 21, 2013 at 8:15 AM UTC
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