Day Two: O Chipotle! (To the tune of "O Christmas Tree!")

(With apologies to the Germans, whose timeless Christmas carol I'm about to forever tarnish.)

O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
Your carnitas, so tasty;*
O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
Mi corazón goes crazy.

Your burritos are a delight
I like to eat them day and night;
O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
I'd die for your guacamole.**

O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
Your hot sauces are quite okay;
O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
The corn one won't burn my tongue away.

Your burritos are very large,
At $5.95, they're worth the charge.
O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
I still remember my first foray.***

O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
Your brushed steel looks so edgy;
O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
You make fast food that's trendy.

I love to walk right down the line,
And watch as you assemble mine;
O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
I'd take you over Chick-Fil-A.

O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
You should expand to Helsinki.
O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
Your fare's faux-Mex? Well, fine by me.

I love to place orders online
And pick them up in little time.
O Chipotle! O Chipotle!
Mi corazón goes crazy.



Unnecessary Footnotes:
* To make the rhyming couplets work, you probably need to think/sing the lines with a really bad Mexican accent. Think Nacho Libre.

** No, I really would; I'm sadly allergic to avocados. (That doesn't stop me from having a little guac now and then, though.)

*** November 20, 2003; St. Marks Place, East Village, New York City. It was a chicken burrito. And heaven.