Ode to Haggis

Last night, David and Kate threw a smashing Robert Burns Party.
Some of the night's performances were captured on video. If the embedded video below doesn't start, you can watch it on youtube.
Unfortunately, I didn't record Melissa and my poem/"song". Doubt Melissa is sad about that one. We have reprinted it here for your pleasure. Try to contain yourself.

Ode to Haggis
Haggis. Oh haggis. You are truly the ruler of the pudding race.
If you were vegetable, I would eat you out.
But you’re stomach so I can’t even think about.
Please don’t take this the wrong way, we mean no disrespect
But your odor makes us wish we had no sense of scent.

Dave’s haggis comes packed with the spice of kings
Its skin has a lovely pale, creamy texture,
That gives way to a tender oaty mixture,
Just the kind of thing to get the night going.
Our innards start turning and the wine keeps flowing.

Haggis. Oh haggis. You are truly the ruler of the pudding race.
If you were vegetable, I would eat you out.
But you’re stomach so I can’t even think about.

So raise your cup and join us in cheer.
Be it whisky or wine, soda or beer.
Drink and be silly, let us celebrate
For when all is said and done
We hid our haggis in your pocket, mate.

Haggis. Oh haggis. You are truly the ruler of the pudding race.
If you were vegetable, I would eat you out.
But you’re stomach so I can’t even think about.