Of course, there’s pizza in a bag if pottage is not your thing...
Pizza in a bag, pizza in a bag,
At the Pottage Cottage go on and get your pizza in a bag.
Oh but wait! There’s pottage too!
Seven days old! Seven days new!
Lovely simmering vats of carrot pottage, pea pottage, turnip pottage,
Or all together in a stew.
The latrine? To the right of the hallway, stained in an unfortunate carrot, pea, and turnip hue.
Of course, there’s pizza in a bag if pottage is not your thing.
Alas, 'tis the only thing that brings them in.
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