The Hermit's Mac and Cheese Chase

In the year of seventeen sixty-five, oh what a strange sight,

Behind the levee, Sally’s got a torch, burning bright.

A hermit on the run, with trouble in her eye,

Chasing through the shadows, under moonlit sky.

Old Sally’s fierce, with a torch in hand,

Mad as a hornet, in a fury grand.

Hermit did a no-no, touched her sacred dish,

That holy mac and cheese, oh the forbidden wish.

Run, run, little hermit, Sally’s coming fast,

Run for your life, you’ve broken her sacred past.

Run, run, little hermit, she’s got that axe in hand,

This is the night of reckoning in the troubled land.

Run, run, little hermit, Sally’s after you,

Touched her cheese, now you’re in trouble too.

Run, run, run for your life, don’t look back now,

The levee’s echoes ringing, hear the frantic vow.

Oh, the secrets of that cheese, a mystery so deep,

A culinary sacredness she vowed to keep.

But the hermit’s reckless act, yeah, that’s what sealed his fate,

Now he’s sprinting through the night, he mustn’t be late.

Run, run, little hermit, into the dawn’s first light,

Sally’s got her torch, and her fury’s bright.

The legend of macaroni, whispered ‘round the town,

A tale of chase and chaos, when old rules break down.