| Song | Spork |
| Artist | Nuclear Rabbit |
| Album | Vicuna |
| How doth we know what to eat. Shall we feast with thy hands and feet. | |
| And the meek sayeth unto thee. Thou spork conceiveth, baby. | |
| Mighty spork, unmighty spork. Thine break with spork divorce. | |
| Hath you no shame newborn spork. Plummet whence you came begotten fork. | |
| And they gathered around the table. Unto the silverware they spoketh. | |
| "Be gone with ye spoon and fork". Don forth bestow hath spork. |