The Organic Song By Patty Hall We all used to live in the city and feast On big Macs and Ding dongs or Twinkies at least But now we all live in the country and say If you don't eat organic it's not the right way We've thrown out old habits of unhealthy vice We now eat fresh seaweed and short grain brown rice We've cleaned out our cupboards thrown out ours stale rolls We've planted a garden and cleaned out our souls We're organic, organic, organic you see Crunchy granola and cammomile tea Be sure to put wheat germ on all that you eat Throw what you're ding dongs and never eat meat Now Marty our neighbor lives up on the hill He gave up hostess cupcakes and old Taco Bell I went there to borrow some yogurt last night Walked into his kitchen and met with this sight He was stirring a cauldron of grasshopper heads As he poured in the pinecones he looked up and said I know it looks putrid and tastes just like hell But man its organic it's got to be swell Hillary our neighbor sits alone in her room She reads Adelle Davis and weaves on her loom But we all know that Hillary in spite of what she said Keeps a big box of Hershey bars under her bed We'll forgive these transgressions and won't say a word When one of us slips and eats something observed We all slip a ding dong when we're feeling down But it's back to organic when our friends come around