It arched across the cloudless sky like someone throwin’ chum
But they weren’t fishin’, no my friends, the object was a thumb
It launched from Kenneth’s dally when his heelin’ rope came tight
And whizzed by Eddie’s horse’s head and disappeared from sight.
Eddie did a double take... hors d’oeuvres flashed through his mind,
A little sausage on a stick that looked like Frankenstein.
“Are you…