Tasty, so tasty…
grooves on food from roadway.

Gotta rally, get that food
before it can get rotten and rude.
He don’t want to forfeit that dining fare;
it’s on the roadway he finds quite a share.

Tasty, roast slain geese
doomed goose [re]moved from roadway.

Finds some great feeds—a dead cat or two;
he’ll roast ’em and then whip a saucy roux.

Little basting and some parsley sprigs,
almost as tasty as feral pigs.

Basted then tasted…
roux on food from roadway.

Makes some gravy, rich and brown
to slather all over that roadkill hound.

He’s no gardener; that ain’t his line;
only on asphalt-accented food he dines.

Scrapes it from pavement…
chews on food from roadway.