Do you rate butter
That one you can't spread
Only me and my wife hate it
Mr Bellamy said
We love our margarine
We won't be misled
Do you rate butter
That one you can't spread
I'm not that bothered
The decorator replied
I eat what my wife gives me
I let her decide
Butter or margarine
They both taste the same to me
I'm surprised you don't rate butter Mr Bellamy
Why not try some for your tea
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