Do not go hungry into that good night,

With stomach growling loud at close of day;

Nom, nom before the dying of the light.

Though wise men know to eat dessert is right,

Because their forks had gained some foodstuffs they

Do not go hungry into that good night.

Good men, enticed by chicken roasting bright

Are drawn by scents across the great green bay,

Nom, nom before the dying of the light.

Wild men who shot and ate the goose in flight,

And learn, too late, they got sick on its way,

Do not go hungry into that good night.

Grave men, hunger, who see with blinding sight

A feast for kings where those who eat are gay,

Nom, nom before the dying of the light.

And you, my dinner, there on the right height,

Shall be devoured quick and clean, I pray,

Do not go hungry into that good night.

Nom, nom before the dying of the light.