A Culinary Detour

I started up in Stockholm
And ended in the heart of Rome
A culinary detour
In a land of haute couture
My stomach screams "It's lunchtime"
At Campo de Flori - the square of food
The antipasti's sublime
The sauces built on ancient blood feuds

I'm here - to grow
I'm here - because I want to know
Inhere - my ode
Like Bacchus and his mates I feel a party coming on

Prosecco and spaghetti
Lasagna sinked with Amaretto
Risotto and Chianti
And Tiramisu makes me drool

The dawn breaks over Tiber
On the southern shore walks a happy man
Full of food in every fiber
The final dish in my master plan
I need some ravioli
I could even eat some cannoli
My veni, vidi, vici
My gluttony arrivederci

I'm here - to grow
I'm here - because I want to know
Inhere - my ode
Like Caesar and his mates I feel a party coming on

Barolo and Prosciutto
Ripasso and veal Osso Buco
Gnocchi with Amarone
And Mascarpone - makes my day
Dear Romans - I am here to stay