I went into a market once
To buy myself some meat
To try my brand new barbecue
With something nice to eat.

I passed by chicken, beef and pork
And found a fresh CURED HAM
Well. I'm a very fussy guy,
That's just the way I am.

I wouldn't buy CURED HAM, no way!
Don't sell me that kind, please.
I'd never trust a piece of meat
That's CURED from some disease.

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