On the steps of Chichen Itza,
we stopped for lunch, and I had pizza.
The Mayans gazed a greedy gaze,
for all they had to eat was maize.

I said, “Hold on my friends, it’s rude to stare.
You know there’s not enough to share.
Don’t be obnoxious, crass or crude,
be grateful for your humble food!”

On the steps of Chichen Itza,
the Mayans came and took my pizza.
I sat upon the steps forlorn.
They wouldn’t give me any corn!

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