I love pie in my mouth for lunch;
I throw ice cream into steamy punch.
I’m roasting herds of new-slaughtered steer;
I’ll toast a deep-dish with a beer.

I love fries in my mouth for lunch;
I throw whipped cream over steaming brunch.
I’m roasting curds with my dog and deer;
I’ll host a deep-dish fest with beer.

I’ll roast anything, anything that flew.
Anything, like doe,
Anything, like Moe.

I love chai in my mouth for lunch;
I blow up streams to get bream for brunch.
I’m roasting birds. . .with my frog legs, beer;
I’ll toast a deep-dish with a beer,
I’ll host a deep-dish fest with beer,
I’ll host a sheep-fress without peer.

I love pie—pecan, sweet!
Suck down brew,
Ram I roast.