Some folks like ’em, and some folks not.
They’re not so bad if they’re made just right,
Tho’ they don’t enkindle our appetite.
But you we hate with a lasting hate,
And never will we that hate abate:
Hate of the tooth and hate of the gum,
Hate of palate and hate of tum,
Hate of the millions who’ve choked you down,
In country kitchen or house in town.
We love a thousand, we hate but one,