I had the tempo of The Ants Go Marching in my head for this one.
Ba-Rum...Ba-Rum...
The little ones taste twice as sweet
Ba-Rum..Ba-Rum
They're oh so tender, oh so tasty
'Specially when they're pale and pasty
Oh it's such a treat
Da-Dum...Da-Dum...
Ba-Rum..Ba-Rum
To put atop of their sweetbread
Ba-Rum..Ba-Rum
As recipes go I have a few
My favorite thing's to make a stew
Then I go to bed
Da-Dum...Da-Dum
Ba-Rum...Ba-Rum
Cause all that's left to eat is goats
Ba-Rum...Ba-Rum
The swings are empty, the parks are bare
No little children for my lair
All that's left is goats...
Blech!