I bet I'd taste slighty delightful in a trifle Cherry-flavoured jelly with my kidneys sliced nicely Or you could whip me into cream for a scone Then grate my little kneecaps down like parmesan Gloom brûlée with my caramelised skin Crack the surface with a spoon and find the gooey bits within Or roll me up and bake me golden brown A dozen Gloomy sausage rolls to pass around to people in the town Pickle both my eyeballs in a jar Save them for a midnight snack or a roadtrip in the car Make a Gloomkebab, with peppers on a stick Spin me oh so slowly so the middle doesn't drip Stuff me in a vol-au-vent or simmer me in stew A lovely bowl of Gloombo full of gristle, guts and goo You can roast me, toast me, baste me in a glaze Oh, you can cook me and eat me a million ways 'cause
