My son joined the US Navy
Because of the sausage and gravy.
In the Army it's called SOS
It made my waistline wavy.

I like corn bread with butter and honey.
To make it you really need some money.
I don't have any so I eat rye bread.
With milk and sugar it keeps me fed.

I'm a bird dog from the Florida sticks.
In super markets I find hens and chicks.
I stand and point till the basket comes.
But I get strange looks from everyone.

The money is short so I gather stones,
And lizard eggs right outside my home.
One of the eggs had a rattlesnake,
But it tasted good in my stone soup bake.

Sausage and biscuits are a treasured dream.
I'd rejoin the Army but I'm way too mean.
I put raisins in milk toast and close my eyes.
Holding my nose for a sausage gravy surprise.

Whether Army or Navy
I just want to say,
Sausage Gravy or SOS
Are great either way.

Robert Edgar Burns

http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sausage-and-gravy/