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I'd have you for breakfast

But I'd save you for last

I'd whet my appetite

With thoughts of supper time

You're top of the food chain

Soul food from the soul train

I'd stick you in a jar

Of syrupy red jam

And let you marinate

Put me on salivate

Rub you down with mayo

Boost up the cholesterol

Mouth-watering dish like you

Is new definition of good

Akpan