There is a silly sausage in every porky pack
And when the other links aren’t looking
When they’ve turned their beefy backs
The silly sausage will escape and head off on the run
Looking for a good time just like this pink and perky one

Out of the frying pan and over the fire
He leapt sprouting little sausage legs
To avoid being burnt with the bacon
And fried up with eggs

He sang sizzle sizzle while playing a fiddle
And whizzed around the kitchen tops
Making the meatballs green with envy
As well as the pork pies and the pork chops

Cartwheeling through the cakes and sweets
The sausage did not like to linger
And when I tried to catch him as he capered
He slipped right through my fingers

But just when he was having his silliest fun
Dancing with a banana, a biscuit and a bun
His plan it started to go south
When he danced onto a levitating fork
And right into my mouth!

Silly Sausage - A short funny poem about a prancing pork product.