Our monster, who art of pasta,
Hallowed be thy sauce.
Thy meatballs come,
Cooked well and done,
With noodles, and a nice marinara.
Give us this day our garlic bread.
And forget not the parmesan,
As we forget not to simmer the onions.
And lead us not to overcook you,
But deliver us al dente.
For thine is the pasta,
And the meatballs,
And the red sauce,
For ever and ever.
Ramen.