Little Joan is asking daddy:
“In the evening I am ready
to eat breakfast. Yummy ! Yummy !
Where's a sausage from my mummy ?”
Joan is checking shoes and pockets,
drawers, trousers and her jackets.
But she can't feel like a hero.
Any sausage ! Nothing ! Zero !
Joan, suddenly, feels the flavor.
"That's my sausage ! What a savor !
It is eaten by somebody !
Came back sausage ! Mummy ! Daddy !"
But the sausage takes it easy.
Any massage to the missy,
any reason to be sorry
because there is a love story.
Poppy – doggy hungry fellow
waits for sausage morning hello.