[Verse 1] When dinner is served, he's the first to arrive, Piling up his plate, his appetite's alive! But when a veggie sneaks in, across the room it goes, He yells "Yeet!" with joy, as the broccoli he throws. [Chorus] "Eat and yeet, don't need to repeat! If it's not what I want, then it's gonna go YEET! Forks and spoons join the airborne fleet, As I shout 'YEET!' and toss my seat!" [Verse 2] His dining room's a battlefield of dishware and crumbs, If the taste is bland, then away it plumbs! Cutlery, crockery, nothing stands a chance, He catapults them all with his mighty lance. [Verse 3] He grabs his silverware and plate when he's done, At this point, you'd better run! Up it goes, sailing high and neat, The final fling and once more a YEET!
