Storming The Bastille
I’m going to storm your Bastille
You’ve repelled all previous invaders
And I like that, I feel
You’re an untouched fortress
I’m going to use my battering ram
I hope it results in hot oil
But on your door I shall slam
Until I’ve gained entry inside
Once you have become mine
And I’ve planted my flag
On fine foods we shall dine
Celebrating a successful conquest