Tine for Sporks!

Verse 1:

Out in the wild, in the darkest of lands
The spork lies in wait, with its three pronged hands
Part spoon, part fork, part hybrid of doom
It’s a utensil that’s ready to consume

Chorus:
Sporks! Sporks! They’re the masters of the feast
Sporks! Sporks! They’re the ultimate beast

Verse 2:
From the depths of the kitchen, to the halls of the brave
The spork strikes fear in those who misbehave
It’s a weapon of choice, for those who dare
To face the spork and its deadly glare

Chorus:
Sporks! Sporks! They’re the masters of the feast
Sporks! Sporks! They’re the ultimate beast

Bridge:
It’s a utensil like no other
Part spoon, part fork, part demonic brother
It’s a force to be reckoned with, no doubt
The spork will make you scream and shout

Chorus:
Sporks! Sporks! They’re the masters of the feast
Sporks! Sporks! They’re the ultimate beast

Outro:
So beware, all you who dine
The spork is here, and it’s not kind
It will pierce and it will scoop
And you’ll be left with a feeling of doom!