I tried French fries and stir fries

But I always sighed

It wasn’t any other

That got me a lover

Then “Magic Bean soup”

There was no other route

My passage to marriage

It wasn’t until three or four years

That my husband came clear

And said he was rescuing me

From the magic bean soup, I see

He said the concoction was so bad

He wouldn’t even go dutch

So rescue me, he was so glad.