I can't resist posting a song by John Flynn

Road Kill Cafe

Don't touch that brake.
Don't turn that wheel.
The life you save,
Could be our next meal.
Four-legged critters,
Make tasty dinners.
When something splatters,
We'll fix a platter.

CHO:
At the Road Kill Cafe,
We'll do it up your way,
We'll cook it fresh,
Right from your grille to ours.
Just scrape it off the tire.
We'll toss it on the fire.
Come chew the fat at the Road Kill Cafe.

A gentle swerve,
Makes a squirrel hors d'oeuvre.
You just can't beat a,
Fresh racoon pita.
That mangled Chevy,
Parked by the door.
Meant Bambi Parmesean,
For thirty-four. CHO:

Tag:
We love it when you,
Run down our menu,
Come chew the fat at the Road Kill Cafe.

Roger in Baltimore