And did that wheat, in ancient days, be fashioned into strings so true?
And did that sauce, named bolognese, become a Pastafarian food?
Oh by what grace, we found the taste,
within a dish, upon a plate!
Until the FSM be twirlied here,
Touched By His Noodly Appendage!
Did pirates sail, the oceans wide, protecting us from pestilence?
To leave the land, so hard and dry, those Pasta-fearing gentlemen!
They're cry of "Arrr!", is heard so far,
As they go forth, in black tricorns.
Until the FSM be twirlied here,
Touched By His Noodly Appendage
Feel free to add more verses, I'm bored of it now (and i can't get the bloody tune out of my head...!)
