Pringles, kellogs makes them
Proctor and Gamble, they
Thought they had a great idea
Potatoes all the way
GM corn Rice and spuds
Grind them up and see
Add a million chemicals
And fry it all and be
Adding crazy flavours
Nothing that is real
Then label it, VEGAN
Really to appeal
Call them something that means nothing
Something really crass
Put them in a cardboard tube
And just sell them en masse
Smoky bacon flavour
To encourage us they think
Of all those snorting mamma pigs
Who do not get a drink
Shipped in great big vehicles
To the abattoir
Throats cut watch them struggling
Everyone a star
And kellogs has the confounded cheek
To call them vegan now
such an abomination
One might ask them how
They could be so shameless
So brazen and so rude
Expecting vegans to come on board
And confirm this shit is food