Every day when I go to work

I think about picking up my fork

And pushing it into some freshly baked

chicken nuggies that I have made

I love the shapes, the color, the size

Each one the same, but still a surprise

I love the taste of nuggies in my mouth

That’s what life is all about

My mom told me that we are what we eat

But that can’t be true, or else I would be meat

Meat in a dinosaur shape, that is

I’m no good at math but I’m a dino nuggie whiz

Nuggies, nuggies, hear my cry

Today is the day that you will die

I have made it my final mission

You won't be spared under any condition

Sometimes I've wondered where my nuggies are

I've looked in my room and in my car

But my nuggies, they are nowhere to be seen

I begin to wonder if this is some sick dream

You will not escape me today

You nuggies should have known you would pay

Either in ranch or in barbecue sauce

And in a baking sheet you shall toss

I’ll take you out just as you crisp up

And I’ll eat you off the tray so there’s no cleanup

I’ll put you in my mouth and I’ll chew for a while

Eating dino nuggies will always be in style

After I’m done with my nuggie surprise

I’ll put the box back into the freezer lengthwise

And even though the box must go away

The nuggies will be here to stay

Eating nuggies is never a chore

The nuggie urge is something I cannot ignore

The next time my tummy just wants to eat

I have just the thing; a Dino Nuggie treat.