My name is Bunter, Billy of course. That fun loving lad that eat’s like a horse. My stomach is fat, solid and round. But I move very quietly never making a sound. Stealing food is an obsession of mine ! To make a feast to have a good time. When boys and girls are wrapped up tight. I creep out slowly in the dead of night. Fat is fun, so people say ! Happy and bubbly your supposed to stay. But the truth of the matter is here to see. Depressed and lonely is all you’ll be. Now I have a friend called Dyna-mite. She’s chunky and strong and knows how to fight. But she too needs to lose some weight. To fight the flab before it’s to late. So with your help and a guiding arm. We’d love to try a little health farm. The clean fresh air would do us good. And pump us full of fresh new blood.