I found an eyeball in my hotdog at the ball game Friday niqht. It were staring at me sheepish kind of bloodshot, kind of white. Kraut, like tinsel, draping lashes proved scarce a merry sight. Winking through the mustard, It make me sort of flustered Till I had to chuck my custard On the lady's babybuggy, Dripping off her little Dugie, Till, iqnorinq good decorum, she beat about my body with her right. It was nibbled round the edges With them rodent dropping wedges As a qarnish for its fledges. I'd consumed somethinq way more than beef. My cuspid wounded the lens, to my qrief So its juices oozed in teary disbelief. Cow lips in my muffin, cow jowls in my relish, clustered And a weeping bovine eyeball winking through the mustard In my baseball frankfurter sausage Required every gastric courage To enioy: Oh Boy! [Tell me aqain, Daddy!]