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The Hot Dog Serenade

Icky nasty hot dogs, Roley Poley meat logs, Made of scraps from hens and hogs, Delightful treat for rats and dogs. Eat them up in pork and beans, Eat so much you split your seams, Eat too much they'll fill your dreams, Wake you up with sweats and screams. Trample people to the ground, When those hot dogs are around, Fight and punch and kick and pound, Just to munch those hot dogs down. Quiet now, just one more bite, Then put the hot dogs out of sight, The bingeing's done now for the night, The heartburn later on to fight.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2005




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