We were called to the annual dinner 
I knew not what I'd see 
Such regal and distinguished heads 
Before my friends and me 
With robes of jewel-bright velvet 
All marching proud and brave 
And Boudin Blanc in pride of place 
Enthroned beyond the nave 
Each faction royally announced 
Like princes to a queen 
With head-dresses and mortarboards 
Such as I have never seen 

Those introduced, the Grand Master 
Called order to his crew 
And thus began a ceremony 
To initiate the new 

Each one in turn declared their vow 
To the mighty Boudin Blanc 
Swore to taste four times a year 
And pass the message on 
Then each was duly knighted, 
Accepted meat and wine, 
Paid homage to the sacred grill 
(The Boudin's kingly shrine), 
Adorned with fine medallions 
On ribbons scarlet red 
And each got a certificate 
To show they'd made their pledge 

Such an air of pomp and circumstance, 
The mark of stately rite 
In reverence to the Boudin Blanc, 
A sausage, mild and white.