Mighty and round

Verse 1
He was born in a kitchen where the bacon ruled the land,
A child of sizzling mornings with a fork held in his hand.
He grew into a legend with an appetite so wide,
A warrior of breakfast with a love for meat inside.

Chorus
Oh this is the ballad of my father, mighty and round,
A king of every breakfast, every bite a sacred sound.
But even bacon royalty must sometimes slow the flame,
A legend learning limits without giving up his name.

Verse 2
He ruled the kitchen kingdom with a spatula of steel,
But one day heard his belt say, “You’ve pushed it with this meal.”
He stared into the mirror, saw a hero growing old,
A titan built on dairy with a heart of bacon gold.

Chorus
Oh this is the ballad of my father, mighty and round,
A king of every breakfast, every bite a sacred sound.
But even bacon royalty must sometimes slow the flame,
A legend learning limits without giving up his name.

Verse 3
He sat down at the table with a sigh that shook the floor,
Said, “I’m not done with eating boy—just can’t feast like before.”
He still loves bacon, cheese and every sausage on the grill,
But now he paces slowly, eating only what he will.

Chorus
Oh this is the ballad of my father, mighty and round,
A king of every breakfast, every bite a sacred sound.
But even bacon royalty must sometimes slow the flame,
A legend learning limits without giving up his name.

Bridge
“A man must know his limits even when he loves the feast,
For even mighty warriors must sometimes make a truce with grease.”
He still rejects all veggies with a grin that never fades,
But now he saves the biggest meals for truly worthy days.

Final Chorus
So sing it for my father with his laughter loud and clear,
A sausage-loving champion with a legacy sincere.
He didn’t lose his passion, didn’t lose his spark or fire,
He simply learned that even kings must pace their own desire.