I found a whole cooked hot dog, pink and plump,
There on a sidewalk, fleeing from its bun,
Like our teenaged neighbor, basting in the sun,
Surrounded by sauerkraut in a ragged clump,
All tossed as if fit only for the dump:
Repast fit for kings, no better, none,
A banquet beggaring comparison.
I was upon it in a single jump.
Who gave such glorious gift? Why, that would stump
A dog Sanhedrin all together seated –
Did some great beauty or a frightful frump
Leave it for me, or for the ants, to hump
Home to their holes? Let the debate be heated –
This dog’s philosophy concludes: Eat it!
