Baby, you're a gaunt hue,
Baby, let me feed you.
You've had only one little carrot
Gone in your snout.
Baby, you're a-wastin'
Away 'cause you've gone without. . .

Lunch, no alimentation
Brings you to starvation.
Take a giant bite of elk that stewed
And flecked with flour,
Tasty from the bastin'.
I'm alarmed at how your waist's thinned. . .atrophy.

You could lose your life if you don't stoke
Your hole for pie.
Feedin' you's a trial; every bit offered,
You deny.

Babe, I must a-chasten
You 'cause you're gonna a-hasten agony.

You will lose your life; your femur's pokin'
Through your thigh.
You're not very strong; looks like your last
Supper is nigh.
You nix fish fry.

Baby, you're a gaunt hue
Baby, let me feed you.

I'll cook for you if you will dine, baby.

Baby, won't you gnaw through
Babybacks I feed you?