Prism of pork

*(Verse 1)* In a small town kitchen, early morn, Grandma’s got the skillet, the bacon’s born. The sizzle and the pop, a waking call, A savory prism, feeding one and all. *(Pre-Chorus)* Colors of the sunrise, dancing through the smoke, A kaleidoscope of flavors, every time we poke. *(Chorus)* A prism of pork, where dreams are fried, In every strip of bacon, our hopes reside. A rainbow of delight, on our breakfast plate, A prism of pork, oh, it tastes so great. *(Verse 2)* Cured and crisped, it’s a work of art, From the belly to the heart, it plays its part. Maple syrup drizzles, a sweet embrace, In the morning light, there’s no better place. *(Pre-Chorus)* Golden hues of happiness, in each delicious bite, A symphony of senses, from morning to night. *(Chorus)* A prism of pork, where dreams are fried, In every strip of bacon, our hopes reside. A rainbow of delight, on our breakfast plate, A prism of pork, oh, it tastes so great. *(Bridge)* From country farms to city streets, This smoky symphony repeats. In every culture, near and far, Pork’s the universal star. *(Instrumental)* *(Verse 3)* In sandwiches and stews, it plays the muse, Transforming meals, it’s the food we choose. In every slice, there’s a story told, Of warmth and comfort, of memories bold. *(Chorus)* A prism of pork, where dreams are fried, In every strip of bacon, our hopes reside. A rainbow of delight, on our breakfast plate, A prism of pork, oh, it tastes so great. *(Outro)* So let’s raise a toast, with forks in hand, To the humble hog, and the promise it’s planned. In the prism of pork, we find our light, A tasty testament, every single bite.