Bubble 'N Squeak
Is there anything finer than mashed potatoes
Mixed with cabbage, a mountain of joy
Scrumptious with gobs of bad-for-you butter
And sprinkled with parsley, oh boy!
Constantly dream bout this scrumptious delight
Sure sends me to the moon with glee
Don't need no ham or carrot and pea medley
Just blobs of butter if you please
Don't want none of that Beef Wellington stuff
That fine old English tradition
With boiled potatoes oh how uninspiring
Gonna pass it with your permission
Good old “bubble 'n squeak” is what they used to call it
Can't think of another dish finer
Just a simple old guy with a simple old taste
A down to earth kind of a diner
So serving me that stuff for brekkie, or din-din
Guarantees my friendship for life
With enormous gobs of bad-for-you butter
Just a fork, no need for a knife!
Copyright © Jack Ellison | Year Posted 2018
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