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Dad: Arthur! D.W.! Dinner! Arthur: My dad's a chef You think that's great? Just try to guess What's on your plate He mixes things And then he bakes Why can't he stick To chocolate cakes? I want some ice cream Chocolate would be good Ice cream that tastes... Just like it should! Not broccoli Turkey or a lima bean It's got to taste like ice cream! Dad: You have to try My latest treat A jellied fish Inside a beet (Arthur, D.W.: Yuck!) Why should we eat The same old meals? Wait 'til you taste My garlic eels There are so many things to make A custard soup, a liver cake A curry pie, with prunes and squash How 'bout Leftovers Goulash? (Hey!) D.W.: Nothing brown And nothing soupy Nothing slippery And nothing gloopy Nothing mashed And nothing steamed And nothing runny with eyes or feet That smells or wiggles when you touch it Or with crusts And nothing creamed! This smells like fish! I can't stand fish! I can't believe this cookie Smells like fish! (Arthur: Ice cream!) It tastes like fish! (Arthur: Ice cream!) Like chocolate fish! (Arthur: Ice cream!) Why would anybody eat a cookie fish? Dad: There are so many things to make (D.W.: It tastes like fish! Arthur: I want some ice cream!) A custard soup, a liver cake (D.W.: I can't stand fish! Arthur: I want some ice cream!) A curry pie, with prunes and squash (D.W.: I can't believe this cookie smells! Arthur: Not broccoli, not turkey!) How 'bout Leftovers Goulash? (Arthur: It's got to taste like ice cream! Hey!) (Arthur and D.W.: Hey!) Dad: Take a pot And add a lot Of codfish mash And kidney hash! Let's add some snails And catfish tails Some brains and feet Can't wait to eat! A sloppy scoop Of runny gloop A squid on toast A rhubarb roast Some tofu stew With extra goo Leftover squash It's called goulash! (Hey!) (Arthur and D.W.: We're not hungry anymore! Hey!)