At certain foods,
I shiver..
Some I just hate to cook,
Penelope says, liver..
Toss her a dirty look,,
But the rest veto the glance, I give her
Choice of the majority, I took..


All red and wet,
Disgusting sight
Bloody, I'll get
Cooking, tonight..
I try to fry, but it keeps weaving,
Liver come back to me..

Slips out the door,
And down the hall
I grab some more,
Again, will fall..
Frustration has me sadly, grieving
Liver you're so slime--ee..

I'm fixing, at the firehouse,
Nice dinner for the gang,
Most times..easy..
Seven pounds, from Bob, The Butcher,
Dripping, what he brang..
Since then, my stomach's queasy !

I get the glob,
Back in my hands
Finish the job,
It fills two pans..
But after dinner's over,
That's when I start heaving..
Liver comes back to me !

It sparks a domino effect,
With fire buddies, too
Soon, they're burping..
Off, they run, with hand to mouth,
And faces turning blue,,
Outside, they're gang-urping

When they're all done
With nasty act
We vow, each one
To sign a pact..
From now on, at the butcher shop,
Liver we're leaving..
Liver comes back to us..

Liver comes back to us..