Thread:Alien Tavern/@comment-7180588-20200404151859/@comment-27131899-20200423093929

Then, I sing a song I wrote myself. Benelux Navarre

O Krabby Patty

Songhaven

O Krabby Patty, such deliciousness

O Krabby Patty, so good to harness

It's the tastiest thing ever made in the sea

And this burger is sure really plain to see

You can only find it at the Krusty Krab

A restaurant that's owned by a crab

With an ignorant cashier and an optimistic fry cook

Don't let this delicacy off the hook

With two buns, at the bottom and top

With cheese, lettuce, tomatoes to drop

Pickles, onions, ketchup and mustard, they're all included

In a thing so irresistably splendid

The sole ingredient is a patty, cooked out of a meat

It's imitation crab meat, but don't tell Plankton a meep

The whole recipe is in a secret formula

It must remain secret, hence the name-ah

So eat at the Krusty Krab, it's a place to be

Its patties are so tasty, it makes your heart beat

With a greedy manager, and a bunch of hungry customers

Nothing can stop this place from being a real luncheoner

"What did you do?" Mr. Krabs says.

"Nothing, just made a song about Krabby Patties." I say.

"Yeah, but you said out the secret formula!" Mr. Krabs says. "If you tell it to everyone again, you're banned from the Krusty Krab! Forever!"

"Yes, sir!" I say,