In my teenage years I worked at a hiking lodge run by the best bunch of outdoorsy liberal hippies ever. We used to sing to wake up the guests (the morning we did Psycho Killer was the best), and the first summer we also had to sing when we brought out the trail lunches. This is the song that was sung:
Sandwiches are beautiful, sandwiches are fine.
I like sandwiches, I eat them all the time.
I eat them for my supper and I eat them for my lunch,
And if I had a hundred sandwiches I’d eat them all at once!
Once there was a pretty maid, the fairest in the land.
The young men in the county all were asking for her hand.
They offered her the moon and they offered her the sea.
I offered her a sandwich and she said she’d marry me!