Dear little Salva, carry us away from the food we fear, when the junk is near, from the endless fight around Pizza Hut's sight, to a meal that is right, free us away to eat and enjoy, carry us away from the adds that harm, of the oil of palm, from the slave drivers, who pollute our diners, to a a kitchen of light, dear little Salva, free us away from the food we fear, when the junk is near la la la



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