O Sandwich! my Sandwich! feasting time is near,
I have struggled through 2 blocks and now lunch is finally here,
Ciabatta bread, a lettuce head, make up half of this grinder,
As I fantasize, I stumble, and trip over my binder

But O meat! meat! meat!

O the honey roasted ham,


On the floor, lying dead,


Fallen, ham and bread

O Sandwich! my Sandwich! get up off the floor,
Get up--my feasting has not begun-- for you my stomach grumbles,
I could have eaten you, but no, I had to take a tumble,

Here sandwich! dear grinder!

Your ham no longer on your bread,


It was a dream of mine to eat you,


But now you’re only dead.