(to the Flamingos' "I Only Have Eyes for You")
My pub
Brought me a bite of side grub
Such scant leaves, pitiful and few
“Pardon moi,
I won’t bite
I can tell that my salad’s not right
I ordered endives
For two
Here.”
And soon,
Waiter guy
Said he could not find way to comply
Said their only endives
Were blue
He tried to pick some from his garden
To serve on salad or a stew
Then a tear
Plant did cry
“Don’t you pluck me till I’ve said good-bye.”
And the stalk bid his peers,
Adieu.
That’s why all the endives
Are blue.
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