Come To The Supermarket

If you want a fancy fan
Or a turkey born in Turkey-stan
Or a slave that’s awf’lly African
Or a Teapot early Ming,
Come to the supermarket in old Peking.
If you want to buy a kite
Or a pup to keep you up at night
Or a dwarf who used to know Snow White
Or a frog who loves to sing,
Come to the supermarket in old Peking.
They have: sunflow’r cakes, moonbeam cakes,
Gizzard cakes, lizard cakes,
Pickled eels, pickle snakes,
Fit for any king,
If you want a bust of jade
Or an egg that’s more or less decayed
Or in case you care to meet a maid
For a nice but naughty fling,
Come to the supermarket,
If you come on an ostrich, you can park it,
So come to the supermarket
And see Pe-
King.
If you want a gong to beat
Or a rickshaw with a sassy seat
Or a painting slightly indiscreet
That is simply riveting,
Come to the supermarket and see Peking.
Well, If you want some calico
Or a gentle water buffalo
Glow worm guaranteed to glow
Or a cloak inclined to cling,
Come to the supermarket in old Peking.
They have bird’s-nest soup, seaweed soup,
Noodle soup, poodle soup,
Talking crows with the croup,
Almost anything.
If you want to buy a saw
Or a fish delicious when it’s raw
Or a pill to kill your moth’r-in-law
Or a bee without a sting,
Come to the supermarket,
If you come on a turtle, you can park it,
So come to the supermarket
If you come on a goose, you can park it,
So come to the supermarket
And see
Pe-
King!