The day I decided to eat my own legs,
Was the day that I opened my eyes,
To the rich, porky flavour and succulent taste,
Of the flesh of my buttocks and thighs.
The meat of my calves was a little more tough,
But worked very well stewed with swede,
My toes made a garnish that looked very grand,
On ankle tempura with knees.
If your kitchen bin takes a sizable load,
You can put your beef, mutton and pork in,
My legs are more tasty than any of those,
Though I am having some trouble walking.