Vittles GMO,* you’re squealy lookin’ swine:
Three quarters of you forged from genes that’s been recombined.
Mixin’ several branches up now—stitchin’ in some ki-i-i-ine.
You got turnip, fawn, wild rice, pup, goat, and cow, GMO.

[“Uh-oh!” mixed with “Yum-yum! vittles GMO”]

They oughta gene-merge not, but toad-horse brought ’em all a smile.
Fish-hippo [trans]mogrifies pon-pon;** the fox-penguin gets riled.
Create a gaffe, sirs—it’s a failed job when they’re running wi-i-i-ild:
Ya got a tern with fawn, swine with pup, oats with cow, GMO.

[“Oh no!” mixed with “Yum-yum! vittles GMO”]

Government gave ’em money
(Tern that’s half fawn, oats that’s part cow)
To splice a GMO
(Termagant-fawn, oats with a snout)
Guys get hell-bent when payroll starts
(Termites with brawn, toad with a snout)
And then they’re ready to go
(Turkey and fawn, oats well-endowed)
Take genes out of pome, clone a
(Turnip with cod, roe in your stout)
Applettuce-doe
(Turkey with prawn, blowfish with snout)
Yeah, yeah
With all this genetic fooling around,
Structurally the result’s unsound,
Then you it turns on, bites your butt, throws a rout, GMO.

[“Oh god!” mixed with “Yum-yum!” and “Vittles-me MO!”)

Burp.


*genetically modified organism
**tarpon-pony