And to add music (in my inimitable poor taste) I offer:

Road Kill Cafe

by John Flynn

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 somethin' 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 grill to ours.
Just scrape it off the tires and 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 raccoon pita.
That mangled Chevy parked by the door,
Meant Bambi Parmesan for thirty-four. CHO:

We love it when you run down our menu.
Come chew the fat at the Road Kill Cafe.

Big RiB