Pottage Cottage

Of course, there’s pizza in a bag if pottage is not your thing...

Pizza in a bag, pizza in a bag,

At the Pottage Cottage go on and get your pizza in a bag.

Oh but wait! There’s pottage too!

Seven days old! Seven days new!

Lovely simmering vats of carrot pottage, pea pottage, turnip pottage,

Or all together in a stew.

The latrine? To the right of the hallway, stained in an unfortunate carrot, pea, and turnip hue.

Of course, there’s pizza in a bag if pottage is not your thing.

Alas, 'tis the only thing that brings them in.

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