Why do you fill it?

Why do you fill it?
I’m pretty sure
that it ain’t tasty—
can’t be too pure.

To dine I’d rather at Subway,
even on one full of ham
It is a food that really fat—
I would prefer lamb.

Your boot is full, your boot is full,
your boot is full of stew.

Don’t crave a taste of what you have placed
inside of that high-topped shoe
not something I’d want to chew

No fork will I ply
to it; I’ll deny
myself sustenance until it has
gone bye-bye.
And I can assure you that I’ll never amend
my stance, and so you will not see my jaw distend

Your boot is full, your boot is full,
your boot is full of stew.

Don’t crave a taste of what you have placed
inside of that high-topped shoe
It’s something I’ll sure eschew

Your boot is full, your boot is full,
your boot is full of stew.
This is dining derangement, something not to taste
it’s worse than haggis, I’m telling you
I’ll not put a single tooth
on what’s oozing in that shoe!