Fats can't run, fats can't hide If only they'd run! If only they'd hide!   No, their forms are no longer fit to abide They rested too long and grown too wide   In bodies grotesque and bizarre they reside With insatiable hunger that can't be denied   Rolling past their last hope at the veggie aisle They drive their electric carts, satisfied   Alas, the seat's too small and the belt's too tight They wobble and jiggle along for the ride