Down through the ages from time onto time,
One type of food has been badgered, maligned.
The Weenie it seems has gotten bad raps,
From weird food to bad food for the dog it’s just scraps.
But I’m here to say that the Weenie is strong,
Not some quiche or pate, but slender and long.
Full of proteins and nutrients and good stuff like that,
Wrapped in a skin that offers no fat.
It’s a marvel this Weenie, a wonderful sight,
For the Weenie to live I’ll offer to fight.
Some call it dog and some call it frank,
Some say it’s gross and smelly and rank.
But today is its day to be on top of the hill,
To hiss and to sizzle right there on our grill.
For as long as I live, I’ll be loyal to thee,
I’ll stand strong and erect, just my Weenie and me.
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