three little hot dogs

three little hot dogs all in a row
their names are becky, smith, and joe
one of the hot dogs ran away to cry
the other two sat there and waved goodbye

the one running hot dog rolled off the ledge
her two friends gasped as she went off the edge
smith and joe watched as becky rolled out of sight
they wished they could aid becky in her plight

becky lay quietly and gathered some dust
down on the ground it smelled like earth and must
joe and smith began to grow hot
as becky lay on the ground, starting to rot

joe and smith were sweating in the uncomfortable heat
just two little friends, yummy bits of meat
they sizzled and popped as their skin turned all red
they sat there together in their very warm bed

becky watched in silence as an ant crawled up her body
she sniffled and she cried and her face felt all snotty
but nobody noticed becky there on the floor
becky sat in silence; couldn't talk, peep, or roar

smith and joe finished their time on the grill
becoming a nice dinner so hoomans could eat their fill
still becky lay alone, forgotten by all
just because she suffered one life-shattering fall