Tonight I’ll dine completely,
So give me grub so meatly.
Tonight I’ll bite the grub that some despise:
I will chew lunch meat, drown sorrow.

I want a mammoth measure
Of cold rolled loaf I treasure.
I am aggrieved when I am force-fed pies.
Grub fill, chew lunch meat, drown sorrow.

Not light my girth. . .must rope in.
I’ll slice and put some on a bun;
For the best parts I’m hopin’;
What delight! I’ll eat more than one.

I want you’ll know that your grub
Is grub I can’t abjure, snub.
It’s swell, this chow, for it I’ll ask again
We’ll chew, fill. . .lunch meat tomorrow.

[fridge bridge]

It’s swell, this chow; let’s dine and then again:
I will chew lunch meat tomorrow. . . .