When I pick you and smell,
It takes me back to my hotel,
To eat you in peace,
Till all that’s left is grease,
That hint of smoke,
And that salty egg yolk,
With a touch of sauce,
Forms a shiny gloss,
I will never forget you,
Oh, I wish I had two of you,
I will cherish this fun,
Oh, don’t forget me, Bo Zai Fan
