The Bacon simmering On the frying pan I can’t resist Still half asleep I somnambulate over to The heavenly smell
I know it well It’s the way I start everyday A cup of joe And I’m awake 2 or 3 will do
Give or take a few 3 round pancakes Stacked up on each other With a creamy slice of butter on the top DRIPPING, DRENCHED, DROOLING In Aunt Jemima’s maple syrup
Almost forgot, 2 big sausages to cheer me up And some yellow scrambled eggs Then I’m set to go The smallest meal of the day But the most important, Breakfast