Oh golden disk of perfection
At once breakfast food, and confection
Grace us with your filling presence
Fit for king and court and peasants
Your tiny squares hold butter, syrup
Warm, not cold, like the gyno's stirrups
You fill our tummies, with such ease
You never fail our hearts to please
Oh, frozen waffles, you're the best
Thanks to Frank, in his eternal rest
I like waffles.
