Corndog Journey

Corndogs... corndogs... headed home,

over hill and over stone.

Round the bend and down the straight,

for the corndogs can't be late.

There's someone waiting at the gate.

Something ready, something great

a place for them right on my plate;

a place right in my home town state.

They've gone so far and they've lost weight,

but that is common yes its a trait;

for corndogs it is their fate.

but I don't care cause I can't wait.

missions over with corndogs ate.