Philosophers Deli

Big Food, by an old philosopher.

Now I’ve got a son, and his health’s not good
I feed him everything I think I should
But everything we feed him seems to make him worse
Maybe we need it but it’s such a curse.
Big Food.

Well the apples we gave him kinda looked all right
They made his cheeks all rosy and bright
Then they turned red and began to bleed
Those apples had something he just didn’t need.
Big Food.

And we gave him cauliflower, broccoli too
Mixed with tomatoes in a hearty stew
It was cooked four hours, but he sure had to chew
He still had some teeth after snack-time, too
Big Food.

Well the trucks come thru about three A.M.
Loaded with soda pop and M&Ms
They dump this stuff in a shed in the back
When we wake up each mornin’ we go buy us a sack
of Big Food.

Well he’s kinda wide and he’s not too tall
He can’t reach the top shelves at the local mall
And he can’t bend down for the lower ones, too
I’m startin’ to think it has somethin’ to do
with Big Food.

Now the mice writing covers all the boxes and cans
With stuff I can’t say, much less understand
Forty ingredients stuffed in some sauce
Twenty more in the tacos, I’m at such a loss
with Big Food.

Now what we’ve been feedin’ him just might be good
And pigs might fly, but I don’t think they should
So think about this as you open the can
Is what comes out maybe not fit for man?
Big Food

So if you have kids and you love them a bunch
Feed them organic, for breakfast and lunch,
And try it for dinner, this is only a hunch,
But they may live to thank you, if you don’t let ‘em munch
Big Food.