In my Sandwich

Feeling really peckish

Something I can relish

Forget all the lettuce give me something great, not this salad stuff

I've got

Horse's mane and

Seeds and grain

And someone's brain

That's what I've got in my sandwich

Hunger is returning

My stomach is yearning

I have a real burning desire for some of the weirder stuff

I've got

Mouldy beet

A heart, that's sweet

And chicken's feet

A blood red cheesecake that's rich

Fishing gear

Some ginger beer

A donkey's ear

That's what I've got in my sandwich

I've got

Little snakes

And stale cornflakes

Some buttock steaks

And dirt water from a ditchh

Insect legs

A bag from Greggs

Some rotten eggs

That's what I've got in my sandwich