WHEN DESPERATE, YOU EAT THE SKIN

I dug taters out of the ground, so I could have some dinner,

Just one tater came from the hole, it was massive, a winner,

But, it was full of worms,

I had come to terms,

I fried the peels in bacon grease, I was a tater skinner.

BUGS GIVE ME GAS

My friends tell me the food sources are declining,

My menu, they all said, needs refining,

They said if I would eat bugs,

They would give me love hugs,

But bugs tear into my intestional lining.