An ode to hot dogs and all their might
That start with a sizzle on the grill at night
The cold meat browns to a perfect crisp
While your stomach starts to turn at something you can’t resist
People around begin to form a crowd
Like ants storming around a mound
The buns are toasted and cheese melts on some
The ketchup and mustard when it’s finally done
Now it’s time to sit down and relax
Nothing like a hot dog before summer is past
That start with a sizzle on the grill at night
The cold meat browns to a perfect crisp
While your stomach starts to turn at something you can’t resist
People around begin to form a crowd
Like ants storming around a mound
The buns are toasted and cheese melts on some
The ketchup and mustard when it’s finally done
Now it’s time to sit down and relax
Nothing like a hot dog before summer is past
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