Oh, plate of bacon, how you tempt me so 
With your sizzle and your crunch I do crave 
A gift from Gods wrapped in a tasty bow 
There are no leftovers to even save 

Why can't I feel myself grow full from you? 
There are no others that can be as true 
Your fame is unmatched by any before and it's easy to see with such allure 

With every new bite, the tears grow stronger 
This small plate won't last for that much longer 
As the bacon leaves, I fear what's to come 
The plate is bare, with not even a crumb 

Oh, plate of bacon, I still need you so 
With hope, I pray for more bacon to show