Young Quentin thought it would be fine
To walk across a picket line
‘Cause if his workmates won more pay
He’d get the wage rise anyway
He would not make a sacrifice
And thought his bosses rather nice
So Quentin was most thrilled when they
Gave him a special job one day
“We need a ceremonial killing
And now you’ve shown you’re more than willing
Come here and douse yourself with sauce”
And served him up as entrée course
