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" The Chef"
When your a chef your a chef all the way,
no time to dream no time to play.
You create a meal that's a vision of art,
the craft that you have will never depart.
Your blood starts to boil as you make your next dish,
weather it be chicken,pork, beef,or a fish.
Your destined to become the chef of the land,
by serving the best with the help of your hand.
Now Chef Kevin Goodchild may not yet be well known,
but give it a while he'll have a restaurant of his own.
He's young and ambitious nothing stands in his way,
as he creates dishes and a new art every day.
Call it a whim, a blessing by chance,
but Chef Kevin will have it from Asia to France.
So look for his name he's coming your way,
the splendor, the balance, such taste you will say.
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` The Chef`
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