"What is this stuff That doth jiggle in the breeze And smells like that which I avoid when I walk in the stables?" --Hysterics of Estrus O meaty mass of fleshy flesh Who with the dark and wild And wanton world doth mesh In sizzling ecstasy, tasty and mild! From the Ellay to the halls of Prism, To the salty fields of Elysium, Come to me glorious Spam, Thou cooked, boiled and pressed ham! IO Spam! IO Spam! Come with eggs and toast, With bacon and duckling roast, Come wild! Come sliced! Come mashed! Come Diced! *(The secret sense of these words is to be sought in the numeration thereof.)