Hot Dogs
Hot dogs hot dogs the man yells.
he pushes his cart up and down the street.
All day long to sell his meat.
Hot dogs hot dogs two for a dollar he hollers
soda pop just $.25 a can
nice it is to go with these dogs.
Hot dogs Hot dogs the sound on the street.
As people come to eat what they can.
Copyright © Harold Hunt Sr | Year Posted 2016
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