Alas, Poor Daniel
Oh Danny boy, your knives, your knives are calling
From judge to judge, and many friends of the bride
Your chance is gone, and all cheftestants sighing
'Tis you, 'tis you must go collect your pride.
But you should know your mushrooms were just so-so
And Carla should have tasted them we know
'Tis I will miss your fancy shaven chin tho’
Oh Danny boy, oh Danny boy, you have to go.