Think Pork Belly Roast Ladies and Gentlemen
The one's with the most, not every Gentleman
Of all the dear glands we love so well
From nifty to those that swell
Though girls may change they don't cry
When there is still a chance to sigh...

There'll always be a big gland
While there's some so well hung
There's always some a trifle small
and crying in the dung

There'll always be a big gland
That you might chance to meet
You just might get your turn to feel
It packed so big yet neat

Might be a bit blue, that doesn't matter to you
Stands out of the crowd, purely it's proud
It's like a snake!
A spire too, you can enjoy the view
No Edam remains. Clean, see it's veins
It's not a fake.

There'll always be a big gland
That mushrooms like a tree
But big glands don't mean as much
As your gland means to me