C/GGFC/FFCF/GGFC--x2.
Nobody talks about the Chili War.
They don't bring it up anymore.
But it had to be fought, had to be won.
For future of country, and future of fun.
Started out innocently enough.
International contest to end the fuss.
Finals came down to the final two.
A Texican gal and American dude.
Judges were chefs from around the globe.
From 16 bowls they decided gold.
Took a night of rest before the final round.
Before the final judging went down.
Russian liked his made with ribeye meat.
Fat cooked off with perfect heat.
Chucks of tomatoes stewing real nice.
Simmered on low with ideal spice.
French judge, she was a chili expert.
Early on all were put on alert.
Perfect taste is what she would need.
All came down to the cumin seed.
Judge from Peru was a mystery.
The one that could change all history.
Took a gulp of water after every taste.
Never let anybody see their face.
Next morning they all went into a room.
Chili War was gonna be decided soon.
Then all three judges started in.
Gonna finally put this war to an end.
Carried live on all the TV stations.
Streamed to the corners of every nation.
Gold went to the Texican gal.
Because beans in chili just ain't allowed.
Let's all, let's all, agree to agree.
If it's beans you want, if it beans you need.
Don't be reckless, don't be silly.
Eat beans with beans, eat chili with chili.
While we're at it let's discuss the sides.
Those extra ingredients that turned the tide.
Fresh chopped onions and crisp cilantro.
A big spoonful of Texico.