When I was younger
I had a hunger
And to satisfy
I went and served up fries
A hair net I was required to wear
To cover up my long hair
All day long ,there I stood
wondering if I looked good
And even though I smelled of grease and smoke
I was no longer broke
After a few months had gone by
I wanted to cry
Because every moment I was awake
I dreaded the burgers and fries I had to make
Even though serving burgers was hard
In the end, it got me my first car
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