Old
Ken Derradil is a merry fellow,
Bright blue his shirt is, and his
hat is yellow.
None has e'er out-grilled him yet, for Ken, he is
the master:
His ribs are juicy ribs, and his grill is faster.
Ho!
Ken Derradil, Ken Derradillo!
By charcoal, gas and fire, beef and
pork and chicken,
By the coming of July, harken now and feed
us!
Come, Ken Derradil, for our hunger's near us!
Artwork
and poem parody credit to Zardoz.
2005 Rib-Dependence Message
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