What Do You Want on your Hotdog
Of course I will eat it, the little boy said.
His grandpa must have been daft in his head.
What do you want on it? He asked the lad
Mayo, mustard, tomatoes, and slather it bad.
What about onions? Do you like them asked Gramps.
Yes, onions and pickles, I ate them during my camps.
Grandpa gave his grandson the biggest hot dog of all time.
They both had one, and returned home as green as a lime.
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