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Dinosaur Cookies
Words and music by Leslie Fish © 2002

Dinosaur cookies! (3X) Beware! I didn't gripe at scientists who cloned the sheep and cat. Tissues, even organs, I can go along with that. But resurrecting dinosaurs, now that's a bit too much, And now they're really out of touch. They cloned the stegosaurus, brontosaurus, and T-Rex, The predators and herbivores of every size and sex. But they weren't earning bucks enough out in Jurassic Park; Commercialism lit the spark. The leather, teeth, and bones they sell for prices you can't beat. A single brontosaurus makes a hundred tons of meat. They're cleaning up on fast food. They've really wrecked the game. McDonald's doesn't taste the same. There's brontosaurus burgers and there's stegosaurus stew, Diplodocus in dim sum, Ichthyosaurus sushi too. They sell the lard for shortening when they've sold off the meat; It's in every processed food you eat. That taste of oily lizard is in everything you find. Don't ask about cholesterol; the grease can knock you blind. You have to shop the fancy stores to get any relief, So now I'm asking: “Where's the beef?”