Ode to bacon :If I see it on a plate it will be the first thing I'm takin, it is almost in every recipe I'm makin, it has to be the real thing so there ain't no fakin, I wish it fell from my trees so I could spend all day rakin, if singers were wrapped in it maybe I could stand clay aiken, I dream of it every morning before I am wakin, it is one of my true loves which I won't be forsakin, I love it anyway I can get it for goodness sakin, it is the best thing to be smokin, my lovely bacon.