Oh dearest of friend some caloric energy you lend.
Rapped up in bread , a soft place where you bed.
Cuddling there, without a care
Stacked so high, in my mouth I must pry.
Some turn up their nose at the parts you enclose.
But I say to them... All your parts come from Him
Him up above, the one pure as the dove.
So nay say I will not, degrade you one mot.
You are a true friend, made of all our animal kin.
Bologna you are... a lunchtime Star. JD