Don't serve liver—I don't like liver.
Can't think of nothin' that ain't disgustin'
'Bout eatin' liver. For meat, that stuff's bottom rung.
I just love turkey and lamb and 'possum;
And good prime beef makes my taste buds blossom,
But as for liver—it makes me wanna die young!
Years I've struggled, strained, and tried!
I just can't take it, baked or fried!
I'm taking charge! Avoid travail!
Press me any more... I swear I'll land in jail!
I get queasy when liver's fryin'
Please, call the doctor, I think I'm dyin'.
So don't serve liver; I'd rather cut off my tongue!