Donuts in the office
Potluck lunch, good luck
Sampling at the store
Add bacon and cheese
Cold, sugary drink
Supersize please
Late-night nibbles
Of salty chips
And cheesy dips
Buckets and buckets
Of buttered popcorn
Birthday bashes
During worktime breaks
Family feasts
No wonder we overeat
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