I'd love some olive loaf;
Oh so much I miss it.
I'd love some Thuringer, too,
But for lunch, no brisket.
I love those slain creatures
I eat ravenously.
No barking, though, Chow-Chow.
I love chow that's lunch meat
(Love chow of lunch meat).

I do not love heart meat,
And gizzards aren't wholesome.
For lunch, bring no skink to me,
And I'll vole and mole shun.
I don't love whey;
I'm no lecher for leche, see!
I'd barf New England chow-
der--it's lacking lunch meat
(It's an udder treat).

Spoken:
I'd love some liver loaf,
Though gizzard. . .won't diss it
Because it's been processed to
Slice, slab on a biscuit.
I love those slain creatures
They treat renderously.
I'm scarfing down this chow
That I love so: lunch meat
(I love so, lunch meat).

I'd love now a lunch treat
(Love now a brunch treat).
I love chow; I'll seize meat, squeeze meat, ease meat
Down--and then Tums eat.

Chow hound for lunch meat,
I'll kowtow for lunch meat.