Ham sandwich-y, ham sandwich-y,
O, how far have I strayed from thee?
Unfaithful to this porcine meal
to beef and chicken would I steal.
A rogue’s and liar’s diet proved,
in lunch from haram so removed.
Lettuce green and dressing white,
paradise in every bite.
So why have I, (in hubris, ‘hapse)
let swine-tween-kaiser-eating lapse?
And so I come, my meaning true,
my sandwich-y I once more woo.
More near to frozen than to burned,
to ham on bread have I returned.