Lyrics
*(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.
