I call it Mystery Meat

Mystery Meat

’Twas divine, and the heavenly cakes
Did burn and bake in the tavern:
All juicy were the barbecued steaks,
Imported from a northern cavern.

“Beware the mystery meat, my son!
The beef that lures, the pork that lies!
Beware the gummy bear, and shun
The scrumptious french fries!”

He took his knife and fork in hand:
Long time the mouth-watering foe he sought—
So rested he by the partridge tree
And stood a while in thought.

And, as in wistful thought he stood,
The mystery meat, baked with flame,
Came smelling like rotten food,
And drooled as it came!

Eat one! Eat two! You are almost through!
The knife and fork went clicker-clack!
He left the rest, and sped off west
Still sucking on his snack.

“And hast thou eaten the mystery meat?
Come to my arms, my sweet little boy!
O delectable day! Hurroo! Hurray!”
He slobbered in his joy.

’Twas divine, and the heavenly cakes
Did burn and bake in the tavern:
All juicy were the barbecued steaks,
Imported from a northern cavern.