The piece of flesh turned fuzzy,
The magnetic stirrer oxygenated the culture,
The mutant strain from the Amazon,
Then the shredder and the casing,
Pinning dreams of density,
Honey runs down the spoon,
The flavor is unique,
Visions like the ceremonies we missed,
Art we never got to paint,
And dances that should be moved to,
This is the culture - of nino Santos