This is courtesy Alan, from another group:
One of the first comic LPs I bought, back in the
dim distant past century, was "My Son the Nut",
Allan Sherman. Probably his best-known effort was
"Hello Mother, Hello Father", the plea of a kid at
Summer Camp to go home. But this one has stuck in
my mind, and I found the words are on the net:
'Hail To Thee, Fat Person
I would like to explain how it came to pass that I
got fat.
Ladies and gentlemen, I got fat as a public service.
When I was a child, my mother said to me,
"Clean the plate, because children are starving in
Europe."
And I might point out that that was years before the
Marshall Plan was ever heard of.
So I would clean the plate, four, five, six times
a day.
Because somehow I felt that that would keep the
children
from starving in Europe.
But I was wrong. They kept starving. And I got fat.
So I would like to say to every one of you who is
either
skinny or in some other way normal-- When you walk
out on
the street, and you see a fat person, do not scoff
at that
fat person. Oh no! Take off your hat. Hold it
over your
heart. Lift your chin up high. And in a proud,
happy voice
say to him,
"Hail to thee, fat person!
You kept us out of war!"'