More verses, written last night by M

Yogurt, Yogurt, Yogurt,
Yogurt, Yogurt, Yogurt,
Yogurt, Yogurt, Yogurt,
Everywhere,
God made some yogurt.

Pasta, Pasta, Pasta,
Pasta, Pasta, Pasta,
Pasta, Pasta, Pasta,
Everywhere,
God made some pastaaaahhhhhhhh (breath) aaahhhhhhhhhh.

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