THE PIZZA-MAKING DEVIL
The pizza-making devil was a happy little soul
That did not please his parents, for that was not his goal
He was supposed to be a bad one, evil through and through
Making horrid things happen, to you and you and you
They tried to teach him tricks and naughty little spells
To give bad luck to people or make them feel unwell
But he knew he didn’t want to do, what they said he must
He just wanted to roll and bake the perfect pizza crust
The toppings were his favourite part, so different to create
They were the tastiest pizzas ever placed upon a plate
They soon became World-famous and he was making lots of money
But still he missed the smiles of his Daddy and his Mummy
He couldn’t think of what to do, to show them he had vices
Then he stumbled across the way – garlic, herbs and spices
With red hot chilli peppers and all the things he’d got
He made a new range of pizzas, ‘little devil spicy hot’
The coughs and splutters came as the happy faces gurned
He saw to his delight, that his parents had returned
So if your parents’ choice, is not what’s right for you
Do what makes you happy, as that’s the thing to do
Be like the Pizza-Making Devil, happy with his lot
Baking pizzas all day long, for people who like them hot
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