Arise you prisoners of starvation
Arise, you wretched of the earth.
For chefs may thunder comdemnation
If spatulas prove their worth.
No more wooden spoons shall bind us.
Arise you slaves, no more enthrall!
Cooking shall rise on new foundations
We have been naught, we shall be all!
'Tis the final conflict
Let each stand in his place.
The spatula cooking class
Shall put spoons in their place!