Apologies to Larry....
Felt, I needed to change the tired old Frosty Tale to something more pertinent and barbeque-y.
So here's our Christmas treat for Santa avec modified tune.
Crispy the MOINKman is a juicy yummy treat,
With a bacon wrap and a dry rub shake,
And a body made of meat.
Crispy the MOINKman is a fairy tale they say,
He was made of beef but the Brethren
know how he smoked to life one day
There must have been some magic in that
Bacon wrap they bound
For when they skewered it on his head
The taste began to astound
O, Crispy the MOINKman
Is as tasty as could be,
And the Brethren say he gets served
On a tray, sauced for you and me.
MOINKety MOINK MOINK,
MOINKety MOINK MOINK,
Look at Crispy fry.
MOINKety MOINK MOINK,
MOINKety MOINK MOINK,
under a rub that’s dry.
Crispy the MOINKman knew
The grill was hot that day
So he said, “Over done is
not a home run
watch before I burn away.”
Down to the smoker
With a toothpick in his head
Rolling here and there in
his tupperware saying
Cook me if you can.
He starts to brown, sizzle a sound
and even made a pop.
And he’d only crisped a moment when
You heard him holler "Stop!"
Crispy the MOINKman
Was delicious in his way
But he waved goodbye saying
“Don't you cry,
You’ll spell me right some day
MOINKety MOINK MOINK,
MOINKety MOINK MOINK,
Look at Crispy fry.
MOINKety MOINK MOINK,
MOINKety MOINK MOINK,
under a rub that’s dry.
