Gimme gimme Chicken Tendies. Be they crispy, or from Wendy’s. Spend my hard-earned Good Boy Points, on kid’s meal, ballpit, burger joints. Mummy lifts me to the car, to find me tendies near and far. Enjoy my tasty tendie treats, in comfy big boy booster seats. Mcdonald’s, Hardee’s, Popeye’s, Cane’s, But of my tendies, none remains. She tries to make me take a nappy, but sleeping doesn’t make me happy. Tendies are the only food, that puts me in the napping mood. I’ll scream, I’ll shout, I’ll make a fuss. I’ll scratch, I’ll bite, I’ll even cuss! Tendies are my heart’s desire, fueled by raging, hungry fire! Mummy sobs and wails and cries, but tears aren’t tendies, nuggs or fries. My Good Boy Points are fairly earned, to buy the tendies that I’ve yearned. But there’s no tendies on my plate. Did Mummy think that I’d just ate? Tendies, Tendies, get them NOW! YOU FAT, UNGRATEFUL, SLUGGISH SOW I SCREECH WHILE HURLING INTO HER EYES, MY FOUL BOUL DIAPER SURPRISE, FOR SHE WHO IS POOPED ON IS SHE WHO REMEMBERS, NEVER FORGET MY CHICKEN TENDERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!