Look at that flesh, pink and plump
Tender and fresh, not one lump
This one′s especially lush,
Hello, little girl, what's your rush?
You′re missing all the flowers
The sun won't set for hours
Mother said, "Straight ahead" not to delay or be mislead.
But slow, little girl, hark! And hush
The birds are singing sweetly
You'll miss the birds completely
You′re traveling so fleetly
Grandmother first, then Miss Plump...
One brittle, one supple, one moment, my dear.
Mother said, "Come what may
Follow the path and never stray"
Just so, little girl - any path
Just one would be so boring
And look what you′re ignoring...
Think of those crisp, aging bones
Then something fresh on the palate
Think of that scrumptious carnality
To describe what you feel
When you′re talking to your meal!
Still, I suppose, a small delay...
Granny might like a fresh bouquet...