I am a fry cook with extrodanary skills,
My cooking can pay for the bills.
I cook, I fry, I'm a master with pans,
For everything I do, I use my hands.
No one can stop me,
My hands fly faster then the wings of a honey bee.
Speeking of honey, I think I need some,
And add it with chicken, it's really yum.
With so many people to feed, it's so neet,
They way I cook, you can surely have a treat!
But that 007, he's so annoying,
With me, I think he's toying.
If he does that one more time, I swear,
He won't have time to say his last prayer.
Now, if that happens,
Don't take it as a couple of bad omens.
For we are just joking, just friends,
To be honest, we don't know how far that line extends.
So just go on with your lives, have fun, be happy,
For right now, with him, I am very unhappy.