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Tripod: The hot dog man is packing up,
He?s putting all his sauces away.
Gatesy: Yeah!
Tripod: Scrapes the onion grease into a cup,
To use again another day.
Other hotdog men might reuse their cheese,
But never this hotdog man,
He whistles a tune and bobs his head,
While sweeping up the floor of his van.
The hotdog man once tried a line,
In gelati and soft serve treats.
But they didn?t last long in the bain-marie,
In among the steaming meats.
The sauce bottle nozzles clog up everyday,
He always is surprised by how much.
A friend once suggested the sachets,
But he prefers the personal touch.
Gatesy: How beautiful is the hotdog man? Don?t you love him, he just knows what life?s