Oscar Mayer

Hello America! Class 24 here, giving you a toasty-warm welcome as we hit the hotdog highways of America. If you see us out on the road this year, give us a wave, a honk and a smile. We can’t wait to ketchup with you!

Ode to Hot Dog High
Two full weeks of training,
they call it Hot Dog High.
Although the days seemed long,
the time sure did fly by.

We ate ‘til we were full
and laughed until we cried.
We steered our buns through cones,
and prepped for the year-long ride.

We sang jingles all night long
and in the morning waxed our buns.
We dressed our hot dogs up in relish
and brainstormed hot dog puns.

From cities near and far,
just 12 strangers on day one.
We paired like ketchup and mustard
and were friends when it was done.

Now we’ve parted ways,
separated by thousands of miles.
But Class 24 ‘doggers have only one goal:
To spread miles and miles of smiles.