I wake to the smell of roasting meat
Before I knew what was going on, my mouth was watering from the smell
Once my eyes opened I stared at a frying pan with a chunk of my flesh sizzling in it
The fat of me is used to grease up the entrees
Father, Mother, Son and Daughter preparing me, for this fine dinner
The son sets the plates
The daughter puts out the silverware
The mother lights the candles to set the mood
As the father trims off some extra meat
My jaw hangs down with drool hitting the floor
And all I can say is, “Can I have a bite?”
Once my eyes opened I stared at a frying pan with a chunk of my flesh sizzling in it
The fat of me is used to grease up the entrees
Father, Mother, Son and Daughter preparing me, for this fine dinner
The son sets the plates
The daughter puts out the silverware
The mother lights the candles to set the mood
As the father trims off some extra meat
My jaw hangs down with drool hitting the floor
And all I can say is, “Can I have a bite?”