I’d like to meet the meat man, meting out his wares,
from him I’d buy a sandwich, sliced and stacked with care.
It is meet and proper to meet your meat on bread,
laden down with lettuce, plump and juicy red.

I’d like to meet the meat man, meting out his meat,
from him I’d buy a hot-dog, a slim and salty treat.
It is meet to eat your meat nestled in a bun,
laden down with relish, what could be more fun?

I have yet to meet the man who met his meat with less than love.
Sweet Meat! A meet and tasty treat, meted out by God above,
may he bless it on it’s way from field to farm to store to stove
and speed it to my stomach, nevermore to roam and rove
among the glades and forest groves. Sweet meat, a tasty treasure trove
of golden protein, fat, and salt; it fills my soul with light and hope.