Saturday Morning

Bacon and Biscuts dance in the air
Im in heaven I swear
My eyes open from departed sleep
Spirits are not weak

I put on my shirt
Run Down Stairs
Hear "Hey Pooh!"
And go to the tables to see the wares

Glistening with golden eggs
Mahogany Bacon
Hissing sasuge
Oh no, Im not mistaken

Dad smiles and says "Dig in"
It tasted so good its a sin
Minutes passed and we finished our plates
Next Saturday Morning, I cant wait.