I ate from the stew in the cannibals' pot.
It smelled just like you, but with spice, warm and hot,
and I just meant to taste, but once in, down it slid,
and it went down much better than you ever did,
and it tasted so good, better far than the norm,
and it filled me right up, and it kept me so warm,
and that's how I learned: since you'd first come along,
for all of these years, I'd been eating you wrong.