Tuna of the People's Fridge v2

[Verse 1] In the break room where whispers float, There lies a fridge, not far remote, Inside it hums a gentle note, But oh, the smells that it does tote! [Chorus] Oh tuna, dear tuna, your scent lingers through, You're packed in the fridge, not one can but two. Our office, our haven, now a fish market view, Oh tuna, dear tuna, we know it is you! [Verse 2] Each morn as we arrive in cheer, A wafting wave does soon appear, In silver cans, your form is clear, But oh, your aroma we do fear! [Chorus] Oh tuna, dear tuna, your scent lingers through, You're packed in the fridge, not one can but two. Our office, our haven, now a fish market view, Oh tuna, dear tuna, we know it is you! [Bridge] And Katyusha, she packs a lunch, With tuna salad, quite the bunch, In hopes that noon brings time to munch, But leaves behind a potent punch. [Verse 3] By noon, the air is thick and stout, With tuna tales that roam about, Our pleas are met with quite the clout, Dear fridge, it's time to clean you out! [Chorus] Oh tuna, dear tuna, your scent lingers through, You're packed in the fridge, not one can but two. Our office, our haven, now a fish market view, Oh tuna, dear tuna, we bid you adieu!