Noshing burrito,
With just one course put away.
Then I'm feeding mo',
Lapping Tecate.

Shell's got a tail sticking
Out, a fearsome sight.
What lunch is this with writhing thing
That's slain not and it fights? Whoa!

Taco Bell, tacho smell,
Toca: taco sway.
In this lunch something does writhe
I'd take gunned horse any day. Neigh.

Rango: hell, raton smell,
Rastro sorete.
In this lunch something does writhe
I, of course, don't shout "¡Olé!"

I paid for a taco,
Though not quite a full tithe,
And in a nasty bite
I eat, something does writhe.
This course was mean and stank;
Out a rodent did trot.
Although this rat repast was rank,
At least the sauce was hot. Gross!

Taco Bell, rancid smell.
Rabid is this prey?
From my crunch the rodent writhed.
Have this course again? No wa-ay!

Taco Bell, tajón knell?
Tarso moves. . .no slay.
From my crunch the rodent writhed
It was stunned but coursed away