What can I do but finish my dinner 
I slurp and I swallow but I dare not chew 
Gritty, not slimy, and surely not tasty 
I have worms on my plate rather than food 

Today's not the first nor even the worst time 
Each day is different, yet also the same 
When Mommy and Daddy once ate meat loaf 
What I found on my plate was some piggy’s brain 

They said casserole, but where'd the squirrel go 
The one who always played in our yard 
And those aren't grapes, I know what eyes are 
Any mice at our house get pickled and jarred 

I think I understand why they do this 
My diet of hamsters and pigs from guinea 
Mommy and Daddy's plan is not torture 
They're just cutting costs and keeping me skinny