Whether it's from sheep or goats or some contented yak,
I consider yogurt a suspected foreign snack.
It isn't churned with butter, eggs, and Grade A clotted cream;
Instead it's got a whole bacillus soccer/rugby team
Messin' round with pale skim milk in ways I can't condone –
It has no place atop my crispy wafer ice cream cone!
Keep such furrin knick-knacks fer yer finicky ol' snobs ---
Gimme rocky road now, and I want it in great gobs!
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