I’m a bean baker, been baking beans years

You’re a cream icer, both nice cool careers

I eat Marmite, but Ma might not, I fear

Reg eats his veg at tables very near

My brother scratches pork with a fork. Queer!

My mother eats a pizza. Mamma mia!

Green beans? I do a runner. My scene’s beer

Ketchup makes me retch up. Tomatoes? Bleuurrggh!

My daughter drinks water; that should be clear

My son, try some pineapple, try some pear

Beetroot is purple: popular, I hear

Toward healthy food, stealthily we steer

Don’t hoard wealth, you can afford to be freer

A smorgasbord of pub grub’s not too dear